Deborah Lipp

Last Sunday I drove up to Massachusetts. I visited my favorite uncle and aunt, took Arthur to two different colleges for interviews, and also visited one of my oldest friends, whom I hadn’t seen in ages. It was a 3 hour drive up, then a visit, then an hour in deep fog to Vermont, then an interview, then another visit, then another interview, then a 3 hour drive home, except I had to pull over for a nap partway home. I got home Tuesday night as dog tired as I’ve been since whenever I was last dog tired.

In the midst of all this I decided to buy a new range, which involved research in the library last Thursday, visits to appliance stores on Friday and Saturday, a purchase decision, and delivery and installation to arrange. So Tuesday night in my state of canine exhaustion, I made the necessary phone calls to delivery and installation type folks. Wednesday morning I also called the condo management and the trash pickup people about taking away the old range.

So, home and exhausted Tuesday night, at work Wednesday morning trying to work and also making these arrangements, and then leaving work early to come home and deal with installers.

And then I had a new range. So lovely. So efficient. Such a source of joy and delight. So I baked brownies Wednesday night to inaugurate the stove, and then Thursday night we had the best roasted split breasts ever. Also, there was an eclipse.

Friday my office closed for snow, and so that gave me time to rest and also to admire the beauty of my range. Except that’s when I started coughing. I definitely have that heavy feeling, like a weight on my chest. And body aches. Fuck. I went to the movies yesterday after the snow cleared, and saw a matinee showing of No Country for Old Men. I plan a review for Monday, particularly as how I’m sure it’s going to win Best Picture tomorrow night. And you all know what tomorrow night is, right? Tomorrow night is Deborah’s favorite night of the year!