My vegetable steamer, stapler, razor and CD player, all of which operate on electricity or batteries, stopped functioning this week of their own accord, without warning and for their own mysterious reasons. And my refrigerator started to leak water and hum in a frizzy electrical sort of way. Sometimes I wonder why my life is constantly interrupted by these sorts of annoying little problems, which take time away from my work and my writing. Then I have to remind myself once again that these little problems don't
interrupt life; they
are life and the expectation of a life that's free from such little problems is the true illusion.