I’m dating a blogger. She got trapped in her bathroom the other day:
I got trapped in my own bathroom the other day. The old glass knobs, as charming as they are, don’t work well. Try as I might, I could not get the door open. After a moment of claustrophobic panic, I sat on the closed toilet seat to contemplate my options.
Being an intimate part of the life of another writer is a new thing for me. It’s rather delightful.