The cleansing elves of the night

(fecal matters in street talk; you might find it offensive) Previously on this blog, in my 9/1 posting “Send in the rabbits”: Made it back to my apartment, at which point the enema kicked in and I pretty much exploded with shit, everywhere, in piles. Vast amounts of cleaning up to do, and I still have to get someone in to scrub my workroom carpeting, which is beyond my (dis)abilities. Then e-mail exchanges with Elizabeth Daingerfield Zwicky today (9/3): — AMZ > EDZ: Total astonishment, with enormous thanks to you (who are doing so many things for me): when I got up, at 3:18 am, the workroom carpet had been scrubbed clean. Somehow, during the night, while I slept. Clean again! How did you manage this magic? — EDZ > AMZ: We just asked at the desk if they could send someone. All the rest was the Avant [AZ: the community I’m living in]. — AMZ > EDZ: Wow. Somehow the elves worked their magic in the dead of night, and even though I’m up every hour or so to whizz, I heard and saw nothing.…