Then I fixed myself a grilled cheese and ham sandwich, ate that, and went back to the bathroom. I took everything out of the bathtub, set them back in their usual places, washed out and refilled the cats' water bowl, feeling guilty I had left them waterless for the past seven hours, washed their dinner dishes and mine, went to the computer and discovered my keyboard was screwed up: the E key had stopped working. I had to scrounge around the utility closet till I found another keyboard. I plugged it in, ordered a new keyboard from Amazon and ordered a couple of egg rolls and some fried wonton from my favorite Chinese place, and checked my emails. The food arrived fifteen minutes or so later, I ate, gave the cats their treat, stripped down to my underwear, and lay down. By this point my body was so shot to hell I could barely move. It was around 5:00. I turned on Amazon Prime and watched two more episodes of The Marvelous Mrs Maisel. I was so tired, I couldn't focus on my mystery when I turned off the TV. I was asleep by 8:30.
