[1]I turned on my BBQ to grill peppers and some sausage, and just ran out of propane. I’ve worried about this day, and it’s on my list of irrational fears [2] of being single. There’s a full tank in the closet, which a friend hauled up late last year. But it’s way too heavy for me to lift. I really, REALLY wanted to cook the dinner I’d envisioned. So I got out a thick towel, and out of sheer will and desperation, somehow managed to move the tank onto it. Then I carefully inched the towel across the wood floor of my living room and hoisted it on the terrace, and after a few feeble attempts, hooked up the grill. I’m feeling SO PROUD. And it made me believe that anything is possible.
Image from newyorkshitty [1]