Happy Landings

It's official, folks--the ancient elevator in our apartment building is now being replaced, and all residents who live above the first floor will be tromping up the stairs for at least the next six weeks.  Fortunately for us, we've done this every Shabbat (Sabbath) and Yom Tov (major Jewish holiday) for years, so we're used to it, though I'll grant you that I find it harder while wearing my usual weekday backpack.  Also fortunately, the management office has parked a folding chair on every landing.  This may prove helpful to my poor husband, who's going to be stuck not only replacing the laundry cart with a bag of dirty clothes thrown over his shoulder like a Continental soldier (hear here), but, far worse, figuring out how to haul a wheeled case full of textbooks and papers (for the college classes that he teaches) down and back up the stairs four days and/or nights every week until the new elevator is installed and inspected.  Methinks he's going to get quite a work-out.