So, I woke up in the middle of the night earlier this week and was disturbed to find that John wasn’t in bed beside me and that there was some flickery light coming from the kitchen that I interpreted as candlelight. Clearly, I’ve been watching too much Buffy in my end-of-semester brain meltdown phase, because the first place my sleep-fogged brain went was: “I wonder if John is doing some kind of demonic ritual in the kitchen. I don’t think I’ll get up to check.”
He wasn’t, of course, but it wasn’t much better. One of the pesky little spriggans that plagued us earlier this year was back, and he’d been caught in a trap in the top of the stove (it’s a gas stove, so it lifts up like the hood of a car to provide access to the gas lines and pilot lights). John had been woken up by the frightened squeaking of the mouse and like a good, manly husband, he quietly got up to deal with the problem so I wouldn’t have to.
Non-ritual mouse-killing in the wee hours of the morning is apparently less unpleasant than the awakening he had gotten the morning before (and was therefore trying to avoid repeating), which is to say: my bloodcurdling shriek is not a nice alarm clock. On Monday morning I tried to make coffee using one of those plastic, single-serve filters on top of my travel mug, on top of a sloped counter…I think there’s some calculation having to do with acceleration and the center of gravity that could explain what happened, but…well, let’s just say John got a very abrupt wake-up call and I have once again done my part to keep the aloe-bottlers in business.
When I say that these events were actually moving uphill from where things were at last Thursday, maybe you’ll find it in your hearts to forgive me for not posting anything for a week, and not posting anything witty right now. Between the unbelievable heat this weekend, the water main break (heat + boil water order + small, poorly ventilated apartment = Mrs. Cranky-Pants Walshe), finals, studying for the MTEL, and most difficult, the death of my grandmother, it has been a very, very bad week.
The mouse was possibly the straw that broke the camel’s mind though, because the badness of the week has taken on this surreal quality that’s making me laugh. Sort of. That might actually be hysteria, come to think of it, but it will pass. And in the meantime, watching unholy amounts of Buffy the Vampire Slayer gives me this weirdly comforting fantasy that there is actually great evil in the world that can be banished with a couple of roundhouse kicks and a quick stake to the heart.
Although…it might be the puns that are actually lethal. I could so take on the evil of the world if the trick was painful puns.