Overload, apathy, cynicism–sort of like gutting a fish on the installment plan. And where’s the white knight? Mr. Clean, maybe? or even Mr. Tid-y-Bowl? No one looks too good. I tend to feel out-monied, out power pointed, out Godded.
This visit to the lighting fixture store was so overwhelming—since I also just found out I need bathroom fixtures, a bedroom ceiling fan and upstairs sconces, that I locked my keys in the car immediately upon leaving. I wasn’t even surprised. Just part of the day.