Both posts deal with my latest dietary development—the sad and slightly mortifying fact that my diet may not actually be the magic bullet I’d yearned for, the magic bullet it felt like for a few months there, the very one I’ve been blogging about for almost a year, when I started in July, 2011.
My vacuum cleaner broke. It was a wedding shower gift. In 1995. It was duct taped together at every sucking articulating orifice and the cord stopped rewinding and the bags were hard to find unless I went to the creepy hardware store, and, well, it finally died. Now I want this one.