Several of my friends and co-workers maintain that it is useful to share living space with another human being, especially when said human being is of the human male species. I live alone, and can always come up with plenty of reasons to counter their cohabitation suggestions. For example ...... I never have to argue with myself over leaving the toilet seat up! Or tell myself off for sprinkling outside the assigned area! And ...... I ALWAYS get to read whatever darned part of the newspaper first that I want to read! And ...... I ALWAYS get to lick the spoon /spatula myself when I make chocolate cake!
However, over the past two weeks, I have become excruciatingly aware of MANY things that are beyond the capabilities of a one-winged human LIVING ALONE, such as ...... doing up / undoing zippers and buttons. THAT certainly has limited my professional work-day wardrobe choices! And don't even get my started about this one-armed inability to get into and fasten up a bra ... I've never been so acutely aware of SOUTH before! Also ...... peeling potatoes. There is simply NO POSSIBLE WAY to accomplish that feat one-handed! I LOVE baked potato skins with lots of chives and cheese and sour cream ... but the amount of potato skins consumed out of necessity these past couple of weeks is just ... annoying! And ...... there are OTHER IMPORTANT TASKS I've had no choice but to accomplish with my NON-DOMINANT HAND ... well ... we'll just say no more on that, alright?Do you realize the only use I've had for knitting needles for the past two weeks has been SCRATCHING THE ITCH of my busted arm? I'm about to lapse into irreversible knitting withdrawal here!
So does all this indicate I am now advocating for cohabitation?