Finn and I took it slow. Mid-walk stretch was a revelation: glute-pain vanquished! This is a major breakthrough.
The boys are off in search of hiking boots. That would be Natick. Now, I learn, it’s Boston.
There will be bruschetta when they get back with homemade ratatouille and a tomato, basil, burrata salad.
So far for temperatures, we can rely on fans. We’ll see how the afternoon progresses.
PS I will never braid the ugly and the joyful in a post like that again. It felt icky. And the point is so obvious (i.e. we are living with mega-dissonance in America now), that I hardly needed to labor it.
But if you have the bandwidth, here’s a really good discussion about Israel, genocide, and the future of holocaust remembrance.
