Nothing has changed elevator-wise.
The stairs are beginning to take a toll on my legs. But I’m still a little reluctant to trust the elevators. Not afraid of being trapped alone, I could handle that. I’m afraid of being trapped with other people. So for now, I’ll continue my Lenten stair discipline.
The elevators may be unchanged.
The infrastructure collapse, however, appears to be contagious.
An email arrived from management after breakfast:
We would like to share a few important dining service updates:
• Buffet service only on Tuesday and Wednesday due to main kitchen stove equipment failure.
• Beginning Wednesday breakfast, we will transition to disposable service while a new dish machine is installed.
• These changes will remain in place until further notice.
• Some items may not be available while the stove is out.
We appreciate your understanding and patience as we address these issues.
Elevators unreliable.
Stove broken.
Dish machine out.
Paper plates.
Plastic forks.
I suppose none of this truly matters. We are fed. We are housed. The lights still come on.
But it does not inspire what one might call a warm, fuzzy feeling.
As for tonight’s “State of the Dis-Union”, I’ll be skipping it. It’s past my bedtime and well beyond my tolerance level.
