Today is D-Day minus three…which is to say that on Wednesday, bright and early, the contractors are going to be here to demolish my kitchen, which I love, the kitchen which is engrained in my bones, the kitchen of my earliest memories, the kitchen with impractical, unusable cabinetry, the kitchen with no place to put a dishwasher, in order to replace it, in the fullness of time, with a kitchen of beautiful tile, a kitchen of soapstone counter-tops and decent lighting, a kitchen with significant cabinet space, a kitchen that looks like it has always been here even though it hasn’t, a kitchen that will make my wife happy, a kitchen with a dishwasher.

Oh, and a powder room.

All this is to note that my “deep thoughts” might not be quite as deep over the next week; or perhaps they will be even deeper, depending on what kind of depth you’re thinking of.

On the other hand, perhaps I’ll have more time to write after the next few days, because it’s not like I’m going to be spending my time, you know, eating.