Not sure *why* these waves of whatever this is, but ugh, I am having so much trouble leaving the house. There just doesn't seem to be a point. But this morning I made pancakes and I drank several glasses of water and remembered to turn on music on the stereo, so at least things are quite nice in here. The breeze through the open door is cool and the trees are swishy. This third floor walk-up can feel like a treehouse when it doesn't feel like a sauna. The heat wave has finally broken and perhaps the cooler air will shake me out of this malaise.

Just back from almost a month of food and wine and family and old buildings in Spain and France. In Southern Spain with my extended family for a weekend, I briefly considered the advantages of having five or more children (as two of my cousins have done). Fortunately, I think that madness has now passed. I definitely kept those thoughts on the down-low... can just imagine the BT shaped hole in the kitchen wall if I mentioned that over dinner.

9:52 a.m. - 2015-08-20