May 22, 2022
I am in Boston, trying to get my ducks in a row to finish a new book and to pick up threads abandoned when the pandemic hit, and I have gone a little too hard for the past several days.
Turning things over to my friend Peter tonight, so I can get to bed before midnight. I always love his images of our home, but they are especially sweet when I've been way for awhile.
Lots of news today, but it will have to wait until tomorrow, when I can write about it coherently.
I'll see you then.
[Photo "Off the Bar," by Peter Ralston]
Peter and his wife Terri are here if you’re coming our way this summer. Do say hello.