A few months ago, the fan in my bathroom stopped working.
This is a problem. Fans in bathrooms are important. Without a fan, your bathroom mirrors will stay fogged up. Your towels stay damp. And bathroom smells don’t go away. Not only is the cat box in my bathroom, but despite my assertions to the contrary, my husband assures me that my shit does not smell of roses.
I have almost no sense of smell, so bathroom smells are not a high priority for me. My husband, however, is not blessed with lackluster olfaction.
The bathroom fan was not old. We had electricians in a few years back to put in some light fixtures and at that time, the fan was sounding kind of weary. So we decided this would be an opportune time to replace it.
The new fan, however, was not up to the challenge of Ollie-fluff. (Ollie being our big very fluffy gray cat whose fur is omnipresent.) After just a few years, the fan started sputtering. I can only assume that was when it began coughing up big gray fluffy fur balls. The condition soon became terminal.
So today our handyman came and replaced the fan.
My mirrors will now defog. My towels will now dry.
And I can once again poop with impunity.
Life is good.