I was trapped in an elevator on my way to swim.

I left it at that because I had a big day ahead of me. But here I am. The good news is I walked more than usual today: the length of the buiding several times in order to get to the elevators on the other side that would take me to the other side and access the swimming pool from there. We climbed the eight flights on Sunday when a fire alarm stopped the elevators. Somebody burnt something on the stove and that shut them down. Matt and I were in the gym and had to walk up. Neither of us was out of breath, I might add.

Anyway, that was the first time I have ever been stuck in an elevator. I had my big bath towel with me and I used it as a cushion to sit on while i waited to be let out—only about 20 minutes because very few people use elevators in the early hours of the morning so no backlog of prisoners had to be dealt with. When the door creaked open I got out but the elevator won’t be fixed until tomorrow (Family Day today, no one working).

The incident reminded me that I should teach Matt where the push-for-help button is to get help. I take too many things for granted until I remember that a challenged person does not learn by osmosis or recognition or observation. Everything has to be spelled out. I have to keep reminding myself.

So it was a good day. I learned something.