I forgot to tell you that I was going away for a week, Maine, an island off the coast of Maine, Peak's Island, in a friend's summer house. It was a $130 flight, an $18 cab ride, a $7 ferry ride, and then you're on an island and it feels like you're living in another time (pre-internet, at least). The air feels different there than it does here. We rented bikes and rode around the road that went around the island. We made cairns on top of the rocks that are right next to the Atlantic Ocean. We explored an abandoned American battery from WWII and a 9-year-old boy told me that he found a skeleton in there once. We ate ice cream every day. My favorite is pistachio.
The life stories will start going up again tomorrow.