Yesterday the day started with Alice Munro getting the Nobel Prize in Literature. I couldn’t have been happier if my best friend had gotten it. So well deserved! I celebrated last night by re-reading one of her stories. I hope she celebrated with champagne, or her drink of choice. I’m only sorry that her husband didn’t live to see this day. (Though her first husband did, and she said he would be happy, too.)
After pirating (paying bills, doing work chores) I had a great work research trip, for my current book, which I will write about another time.
Came home from that to the news that Astronaut Scott Carpenter died. I had a special connection to him, as the photo below will show. He was a spokesman for the National Tuberculosis Society when I was a little girl. My father, a physician who worked with TB patients, was very involved in that organization. So Daddy and I–and Scott–were on the cover of a TB magazine. He was a very nice man. Godspeed, Scott Carpenter.