A great way to start your work week (on a Tuesday, of course, so I really shouldn't complain) is to get out of the shower and remember too late that Gretchen had taken the towels to the laundry room and that you had forgotten to get a clean towel on your way to the shower, so you holler for Gretchen but she's out walking the dog (again, reason not to complain), so you have to run dripping wet and naked in our cold apartment to the linen closet to find a towel, praying that she didn't open all the blinds first thing this morning, which she often does (thankfully she hadn't). Apologies for any disturbing mental images this may cause--at least there are no pictures to post with this one...