Excuses, excuses

I was going to write another summertime-sucks-and-I-have-nothing-to-write-about post, but I had to admit that doing so would be disingenuous at best. In fact, there are a number of movies I’m interested in seeing, plus an upcoming Baroque music festival that looks cool. I have options. But this past weekend, Sean and I left the city to crash at an older cousin’s guest house on the north shore of Long Island. We went boating, we went swimming, we played with the dogs, we drank wine, we gorged ourselves on all kinds of wonderful food—in short, we allowed ourselves to be pampered and indulged like minor royalty by loving, extravagantly generous relatives. It was awesome. And that is why I have nothing to write about: I’ve been spoiled rotten. (Thank you, Maureen and Rob and Richie and Brian!) But now I’m back home and back to my normal life, and I swear I’ll have something to write about soon. Look for a more substantial post in the next few days.

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