There I was. On my back, under the sink looking up at hoses, screws and pipes disappearing into the darkness. I reached up trying to tighten a screw that I knew was there.
Voilà, there it was touching the tips of my fingers! I tried to turn it, but I could not get a good grip. Well, maybe, it moved a fraction. Maybe, not! I needed a better tool, not the puny one I was using, but a manly tool of steel. So, I got up to get one!
It was then that I hit my head on a white plastic part that was screwed into the frame of the door. The workable portion had broken off, but the remaining jagged piece was completely functional and able to smite me right on the top of the head.
My first thought was that my hair didn’t need anymore motivation to fall out and find a more congenial host.
Then, I realized that there couldn’t be a more congenial host 😊 And, yet, the hair was still falling out. Yipes.
Maybe, I am not as congenial as I think.