What a week.
It started with a co-worker coming completely unglued and
accusing my teammates and me of spying on her, and it ended with a new door.
That's right. New
door.
I like the new door so much that I might have my daughter
stand outside in front of it to have her wedding photos taken rather than
inside in my teeny tiny living room. Besides,
I still have to bleach out or paint over the ice jam stains in the living ceiling,
and only then will I be good to go. If
she stands in front of the door, problem solved.
But, oh, the new door.
I've waited months for this door to arrive and for the door
jamb to be repaired. I've had plastic
taped to the outside because the kitchen would flood every time it rained
really hard. Small animals and rodents could've
fit under and climbed into the house with me.
(They didn't. But they could've,
and that's what counts.)
This past week has been full of clarity. It became clear to me that my co-worker is unstable when it all started with accusations of
counter-intelligence. It all ended with a window-topped door that makes the whole
world crystal clear.
What a week.
