..because we aren’t experiencing time in the normal way. It was just Christmas, wasn’t it? The real beginning of all this. Yet now it’s mid-June. Summer solstice time. We should be planning trips to the Cape, the Vineyard, Maine.
The other day, Caitlin, driving, said, “I keep thinking it’s April.” The sky was dark with approaching rain. The air was unseasonably chilly. April seemed plausible.
We are not complaining. This is just an update. We are grateful that we can wait here, in a city like Boston. Andrew is here at the moment, down from Maine, and he and Caitlin share a great camaraderie. Nick and I are doing a lot of things we’ve always meant to do in Boston, like biking all the way down the Esplanade, and wandering the North End early on Sunday mornings.