I was in the shower thinking, —and I have to do this thing and then I have to do that thing, and then I want to e-mail him, and, oh, I need to e-mail her too, and I have to remember to call him before he leaves the country, and her also, and, wow, I wonder what it would be like if I had one arm to brush my teeth, and two to wash my hair, and another one to soap me up, really, I’d be the Indian goddess of the bathroom, and then I turned around and banged my knee, hard, on—whatever the hell it’s called—the shower volume control.

The purple is already beginning.