Lucy Writes A Novel

I spent most of last week at home, in bed, sneezing, coughing, blowing my nose, and being generally miserable.  The boyfriend was visiting his grandparents after Christmas — a most inconvenient twist of fate, if you ask me — and I was pretty much too weak to do anything but drift off to sleep every twenty minutes.  So I spent a lot of time watching old episodes of “I Love Lucy” on Hulu.

This was an unexpected comfort.  I love old movies and classic television, and I spent many late, summer nights as a child sneaking into the living room to watch Lucy on Nick at Night.  Snuggled on the couch, I’d fall asleep watching Lucy get drunk off Vitameatavegamin, or stuff her face full of chocolate when the conveyor belt went too fast.

So here, just because I like you all so much, and because I am feeling much better, is an episode of the show, wherein Lucy writes a novel.

You’re welcome.