The light in my front hallway burned out about a week ago. Over and over again, I’d flick the switch and find myself still in the dark. It was a sad state of affairs.
If he still loved me, I would have enlisted his help. Come to think of it, if I had called him today, I bet he’d have obliged. But I’m too proud for that. So I did it myself this morning.
Now, I’m a diminutive girl, so it wasn’t easy. I was standing precariously on a chair, and still the light fixture was just barely within my reach.
I wonder if he’d have felt guilty if I had fallen to my death.
So anyway, a five-foot-three spinster can screw in a lightbulb perfectly well on her own. Thank you very much.
Another thing I did alone last night: go to a concert. There was this great band playing called Library Voices, and I tried to coax friends into coming with me. No one wanted to. So I went on my own. It ended up being a blast! It was kind of awkward between the opening act and the main event. So I just played Brick Breaker, and ended up beating my previous high score. Awesome.