MEANWHILE since the old connector has been removed, our stove is having an extended naptime, and there is no way to cook dinner for the house (unless you wanted to like microwave everybody's portions individually) (not to mention that our microwave is slowly dying and naturally the first thing to go is the fucking start button. because who ever needs that, right?). so anyway, gracie and heather went to cook at findy because they are dears, and since it was cold and gross out and nobody wanted to make the walk, i drove to findy to pick up the food when they were done. get back and i get stuck driving over the giant icewall in front of our driveway. some people come out to push me back into the street to try again, but a plastic thing pops partway off the car and starts making horrible whirring grinding sounds. it is clearly getting caught up in something. i try to pry it out, try to wedge it in, no luck. i don't know if something is actually broken or it's just a useless plastic piece that is hitting against a gear or something and could be simply yanked out. but i really didn't feel like worrying about it at 8:30pm saturday so i said fuck it, drove into the driveway, turned off the car, and went in. dinner was tasty.
sunday confirmed that i am very lonely. but i went to findy, had dinner and nice conversation, ate 2 oranges, and took a loaf of bread and thoreau's walden, so that was pretty good. fokion was in a plane crash, but i guess everyone is okay. i fell asleep reading a book.