Digging out at a steady clip I quickly fill another trash bag and find two more loads of laundry. All those socks that were missing a mate – I am pretty sure I know where the mates were now. The Denizen of this hell hole takes the four bags of trash down to the trash barrel, and I startle my wife by throwing a load of laundry off the balcony into the room below. It lands with a satisfying THWACK!
The door opens 48.4% today.
I make it to the west wall. It is not possible to get through the door to the bathroom without severe bodily injury, but we can see the door now.
I find a note to parents asking for permission for our child to go on a 4th grade field trip. Our child is currently a freshman in high school.
Suddenly I feel a wave of nausea. I dig on, but soon realize that I can’t continue. I am nauseous the rest of the day, barely making it through an interview for the newspaper.
No iPod. I only have one plastic garbage bag left.
My in-laws arrive from Minnesota.