TT: Recent exasperations

You probably read about the surprise winter storm that shut down much of Connecticut earlier this week. You may not know, however, that I got caught in it.
After seeing three shows in New York, I took the Sunday-morning train to Hartford to join Mrs. T, who had preceded me to our place in the woods near Storrs. The day after I arrived, the power went out–not just in Storrs but in the greater part of the state. Since we were taking care of our nephew, we couldn’t pull up stakes and return to New York, so we packed our bags and evacuated ourselves to my mother-in-law’s house in Southbury, one of the few places in Connecticut that had electricity, and spent two nights camping out in her guest room.
When it rains, hurricanes have been known to follow. I realized en route to Southbury that I was about to undergo a bout of what I euphemistically refer to as periodic plumbing problems. This happens to me every year or so, and it’s been known to happen at extremely unfavorable moments (i.e., during performances that I’m reviewing). All I could do was drink plenty of water and hope for the best, which occurred shortly before the power went back on in Storrs, to which we returned last night.
I’d been hoping to spend a few quiet days in the woods, emulating Jake Gittes and doing as little as possible. Needless to say, that didn’t happen, and now I’m headed back to New York, where I have three more shows to see, four more pieces to write, and a houseguest to amuse. If you’ve been wondering why I haven’t been posting or tweeting of late, that’s the reason: I wasn’t able to do much more in Southbury than check my e-mail twice a day.
The good news–yes, there’s a bit of it–is that I read The Complete Fiction of Francis Wyndham during my unscheduled period of inactivity, and relished every page. (Go here to read more about this exceedingly curious character.) I also managed to write tomorrow’s Wall Street Journal drama column, which turned out better than I’d expected.
Otherwise, the week just past was a near-total loss, and I’m damned glad it’s over.