Follow Up

Yeah, so, the humidifier turned out to be a piece of junk. Its so called humidistat was more like a timer that turned it on and off at intervals. I'm not exactly sure how that gauges a varying quantity like humidity. Its also not fun to have next your bed. At one point, I asked Jen to turn on our wave soundtrack, and she replied that it was already on. I just couldn't hear it over the loudly whirring fan.

After quite a bit of research and a little shopping I discovered that all the good units are sold out just about everywhere in Madison. We opted to overnight a nicer Honeywell model which will be here tomorrow. Meantime, I've taken Katie's advice and am using Jen's "facial spa"--it's like a small portable humidifier that's intended for cosmetic purposes. Not only is it a mask that you hold over your face, but Jen recommends I throw a towel over my head to keep the steam from escaping. I imagine I look like a cross between darth vader and the emperor. The cats seemed a little freaked out and wouldn't stop staring at me. I'd be tempted to say I look twenty years younger if it didn't make me ten.