n. — like an earthworm.
Apropos of “On the Domestic Front” of September 3. Biomimetic worms have a lot of uses, by the way, as in being table to thread through brain blood vessels to clear up clots. This factoid comes from Nick. And clearing blocked pipes and investigating piles of rubble. This factoid comes from Nick’s brother, who shares the gene of Never. Stopping. Thinking. for one goddam moment.
Which leads me to “On the Domestic Front, Part III.”
OK, to start, a bit of personal information, in case you don’t know this already. I’m anxious. Not about anything specific right now, but just always.
So. During a rather rough episode, Nick bought me a weighted blanket. It’s supposed to make anxious people feel safer and calmer. (Probably supposed to make your spouse feel safer and calmer as well.) And I will say, it works. You pull it over you and immediately feel somehow soothed. However, a few moments under its minky soft (their words) covering, there’s a kind of sauna effect, though by no means as hearty-healthy. In summer, this means about 2 seconds of calm followed by panicked fighting your way out again (once it’s in place, it turns hostile and puts up resistance). In cooler weather, minky soft covering slithers the blanket slowly but determinedly, like a giant slug, off your person. Attempts to pull it back into place meet with hostile resistance in reverse, require waking up for a wrestling match. This inevitably results in severe cricking of trigger finger (right hand) or shoulder pain (left arm). My eventual rejection of this object may seem ungrateful, but it is really a matter of survival.
Nick understands. Recently, he has suggested making a better mousetrap by sewing washers together, like chain mail. These will be far cooler, he surmises, and less likely to slip and slide. Yes, I point out, but they’ll be even heavier than the minky soft giant slug. But Nick assures me that they won’t be. Because he’s done. the. calculations. Never. Stopping. Thinking. For one goddam moment.
I’ll try not to revisit this theme, unless a real cracker comes up. That means I won’t be sharing with you his theory of gravity.