meltdown

...not me, but my bathing suit. I occasionally forget to bring my gym bag in from the van, which means that, in the winter at least, it's pretty cold getting into a not quite dried, frozen suit. This morning I realized was one of those occasions. As I now sleep right beside a lovely fireplace it occurred to me that I could warm it up nicely for a few minutes and carry on my way. After a few minutes, I was smelling something funny, lifted my suit to discover melted polyester stuck to my fireplace glass, and several rather large holes in my suit! Shite!!

I dug out some underwear, put a long tank over it and carried on to the pool. Shopping tomorrow.

This evening I watched a little tv, which I don't do very often any more and came across the fifth estate, the unmaking of Jian Ghomeshi. I watch with a sort of morbid curiosity, not really wanting to know, but needing to watch anyway. For me, I think the biggest positive thing that's happening in regards to him, Bill Cosby, our MPs, hockey coaches etc, is that there is real discussion happening. I think it's important to talk about how victimized and powerless it can make people feel. I believe we need to talk about it and I'm grateful for that.

I still feel like crap, but I've decided that I'll feel better by tomorrow.

Love, elly