Pooped

Hey there.


Sorry I dropped the ball there and didn’t sit and write on Saturday before leaving for Boston as I said I would. I let myself sleep in a little and next thing I knew it was time to shower and pack and go…

Sorry also that you’re in a bad way with this whole K’s housecleaning for M. I certainly don’t envy you the task of figuring out how best to be helpful and loving and supportive when you’d probably rather stick needles in your eyes. Or at least stand there and shout expletives at K’s spirit. F**KING COWARD. There, I said one for you.

Boston was wonderful, as always. After snapping at W when he got in the car, just cuz, we got along great. We started with lunch at Faneuil Hall (and it was free—with points on our McCormick and Schmick’s card) and headed over to the hotel after that. The hotel was nice and close to several restaurants so once we valeted the car, we were able to live without it. We didn’t even need to take a cab. It didn’t really feel like we were in Boston, but that made it feel more like a getaway for both of us. Meanwhile, we spent a great deal of time in our comfy bed room anyway. We had a late checkout today (2) then had a late lunch near Fenway Park, so I got another taste of Boston on the way out.

I drove home through some terrible thunderstorms, and now I’m just hanging out waiting for the season premiere of The Next Food Network Star. (S calls me food nerd, but I have her hooked—and cooking—too.)

Nine more days of school. I fear they will be excruciatingly long days, but the end is in sight.

I hope today went better than you anticipated it would…sending you white light.

Love,
Barb