The other night I ran into the door frame of the bathroom door with my forehead. I was on my way back to bed after a 2am trip to pee. I don’t have a goose egg but I feel tightness/ swelling in my forehead and I’ve had a headache ever since. I didn’t turn the light on because I never do. I don’t want to wake Pat up.
I’ve lived in this house for 20 years- the longest I’ve lived in one place by a significant margin. Yet I managed to walk into a damn wall that’s been there the entire time.
I still have to ask Pat which week is garbage on Friday and which week is recycling on Friday. I still can’t remember which light switch is for the living room light and which one is for the front porch a solid third of the time.
I don’t what any of this means. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. Maybe I only think it means something because I might be slightly concussed. Or maybe I need to start taking a flashlight to the bathroom with me.