yesterday morning i woke up itching away.
it was 4 am.
and i had gone to bed wearing shoes.
all i wanted to do was take a hot shower.
and our hot water had been turned off.
this was a low point.
a very, very, low point.
but i made the decision to have a good day.
and then learned that sometimes even making the decision does not a good day ensure.
but last night?
well, last night i slept until the gentle ding ding ding of my alarm.
i then took a piping hot shower, drank in the autumnal air, and knew it would be a good day.
often, people here in manhattan want to know why i moved so far north. and this whole bed bug thing has increased the rapidity of those questions.
well, to them i say this:
bed bugs and all i wouldn't change a thing. because this morning when i went for my jog, this is what i saw: