the red light is on

it's 8:30 on a Monday night.

And the iron is on. Urgh. I dislike ironing. But I like the contours of the iron.

I dislike the waste of electricity, but I like the risk of melting things or people.

I like watching Fawlty Towers while I endure the marathon of ironing a pile of shirts. Hope they last me a month.

It's a plan so crazy it just might work.