Rather than bore you with info on books (I am still reading the same two books, if you can believe it. They are very good, but very long. And I am distracted by the Olympics each night, so I am not reading as much.) I will tell you about the great afternoon I had yesterday. I don’t know if many people know what the weather is like in New England, except those of you who live here. Generally, we seem to get a lot of extremes. Hot and humid summers and cold as hell winters with nice mild springs and falls. but this week has been particularly delightful—-70’s and sunny. Yesterday was so fucking nice that I couldn’t concentrate on work. Indeed, sitting outside for lunch gave me a taste of what I was missing sitting in my dark office hunched over the computer. Okay, I wasn’t really hunched, but casually perched in my chair in front of the computer and the office is fairly bright. Regardless, I decided to escape early and walk home. On the way, I decided to get some ice cream. Now, another thing you may not know is that Bostonians love, I mean love, ice cream. This may seem antithetical to our natures, what with the 5 months of hard cold dank winter we deal with here. You think Chicago is windy? They got nothing on us. We still regard ice cream as the best dessert ever. So I trotted over to Herrell’s on the way home. And had a scoop of the most delicious ice cream ever—Peanut Butter Swirl with Cookie Dough. A scrimptious vanilla with peanut butter swirled in and chunks of cookie dough. So I ate that and walked in the beautiful sunshine home. I didn’t even mind when the bus almost ran me over.