Too often nowadays — just when things seem to be on track — something goes awry. From the deal you thought you’d closed to the cockroach that scooted beneath your kitchen cabinet during a midnight ice cream raid to the parking ticket you received when you misread the street sign … we’ve all been there. What was YOUR biggest angst this week?
Angst? I’m in Venice. We don’t do angst here.
Well, there is the fact that the telephone doesn’t work in the house (although wifi does). Not a real problem, though. All I had to do was suspend the telephone from the window latch so I can hang out the window when it rings and tell the caller to hold on while I go out to the courtyard, where it works fine. Especially if it’s not raining.
Lately the press has been full of news about The Return of Bedbugs. This week I think or imagine my hotel beds have them. It is an itchy irritating feeling even if you search and find no bedbugs. I even considered packing clothes in plastic so I can’t take hotel bedbugs home with me. That is what the press tells me to do. Crazy?