Happily Ever After

Two nights ago, I resolved the living-room curtain issue that had paralyzed me for the last month. (It's a long story, but suffice it to say that it involved a rod, some studs, and drilling; that's a little something for my infantile homosexual gentlemen readers.) It's transformational having curtains I can close at night and having a livable living room again. Though there's still much to be done, I feel 100 percent more at home.

The next day, Comcast came and did an excellent, surprisingly discreet job of running my cable from the hook-up in the bedroom to the TV in the living room, so now I can enjoy my Sex and the City reruns at 11. Even better, one of the cable guys informed me sotto voce, I'll be getting expanded-basic service for my basic-cable subscription price. "Just don't tell anyone," he said. Never mind that I hardly ever watch any of those channels, which is why I downgraded to basic. A great deal's a great deal.

Sometimes life just shows signs of working out.