Once upon a time...
...I got up out of bed in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. That's not too unusual. But when I went to leave, the door handle broke off in my hand! That's unusual. OH MY GOSH! I was trapped by my own doing! I didn't have a phone. That was the first thing I needed to remedy when I got out of this mess. And I didn't have a window since the bathroom is landlocked and uses a fan for ventilation. I couldn't do anything about that. I did have a toilet. I did have a semi-recliner bed in the form a bathtub. I did have some clean towels for blankets. I did have my toothbrush. I did have water. But how long could I wait for someone to come around? This is where a husband (oh, Carl, where are you?) would be a nice idea. How long would I be there? But wait! My son was here for a visit from San Diego. I think he was out of college at that time. I could call to him though the heat register and the duct work should carry my voice! Okay. N