I’m constantly plagued by little things. The worst part about that is it makes me feel shallow and selfish for complaining, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying having to put up with it all.
Today, during my bath, my space heater packed it in. I only got it last month. (Or was it October? Well, close enough, either way.) And because the store didn’t have price tags on the shelf, I ended up paying a lot for it, about twice what I had expected to. (But I couldn’t bring myself to tell the cashier that I hadn’t realized it was that expensive and wanted to put it back.) So unless it miraculously starts working again, I’ll have to take it back tomorrow. (It has a year’s warranty on it, thank goodness.)
But it’s not like I can do without a space heater in the bathroom. It’s on the back of the house, and it’s got one of those windows with thick glass bricks around an openable window with a screen. The glass bricks probably do a pretty good job of keeping out the cold, but the central part that can be opened is just a thin bit of plate glass, and it lets in a lot of cold air in the winter. Fortunately, the glass doors to the shower/tub keep the worst of that out of the toilet area, but if I didn’t have a space heater, taking a bath would be frigid, no matter how hot the water.
Sigh. Like I said, constant plague of little things.