More to come

There is more to come, but for now, I'll just say that the weekend was full of treks (to the Cloisters with RJ, to the East Village with Tim, to the Greenmarket with Joe), full of great food (I made an apple pie with Jared's assistance on Saturday night... and all kinds of additional great stuff), movies set in Fiji, plenty of Immanuel Kant and Jeremy Waldron thanks to a certain someone, and reading on fake eskimos.

It's time for the weekend to come to a close and so far next weekend holds the promise of a laundry date on Friday in Brooklyn and a Saturday night in Manhattan. The week is full of knitting, book club, surprise parties and always reading. Is the summer really coming to a close? I want more heirloom tomatoes, sunshine, tank tops, iced coffee and summer hours at work.

At least autumn holds the promise of cooler weather, scarves and sweaters, fall foliage, trips to, DC, Connecticut, and New Orleans, soups, and more? Lots of sappy movies, baking parties, and this year I am ice skating no matter what.

I'll drink up all the green leaves I can while I still can.