That's not fair, really. The stove has been absolutely wonderful. The only thing cruel about it is that I have to leave it behind, and it's pink, entirely glowingly pink. With mustard yellow accents. So perfectly 1960s -- high-end modern readapted for suburban use 1960s. My wonderful stove, to be departing for an apartment building in Westwood tomorrow.
This is the near-to-last bit of decommissioning of my belongings for the move to Pittsburgh. Tomorrow. I still have to pack a fish (dead), 2 cats (live) and 14 t-shirts. I don't recall the final tally of boxes of books (22? 28?) but I know as enormous as it looked it my apartment, it became small and wan in the vast truck.