My apologies for yesterday’s shameful neglect, but I was out and about having Too Much Fun with the family all day and didn’t so much as check my mail. Which is probably a good thing. Even when one is fond of one’s deathly pallor, it can’t be a bad thing to get some sun and avoid typing anything at all. That said, I am slathering on the aloe and thinking dark thoughts about skin cancer.

At one point yesterday afternoon, we found ourselves not far from City Hall and decided we might as well walk over the Brooklyn Bridge. I’d managed to live here for four years without ever having done it, and I was skeptical of the potential enjoyment involved - yesterday was hot, very hot, and I couldn’t see how walking alongside a bunch of exhaust-spewing cars and their attendant asphalt could possibly be an experience to savor. It turns out, though, that once the footpath rises above the level of the cars and you’re out over the water, there’s this incredible sea breeze and the whole thing is entirely pleasant. The view is great, of course, but the feeling of being actually out on the water was the best part as far as I’m concerned, although it’s left me with an insatiable desire to go sailing as soon as possible. That’s something I used to do quite often - I went to sailing camp in Gloucester three summers in a row as a youngun - but now that I live in Brooklyn it’s been at least a couple of years. Maybe something to do before the fall.