My dear, precious, darling friend Chris sent me this candle for my 50th, which is hilarious given that he is older than me. It’s the sentiment that counts, and I do love a candle. Andy and I just spent and savored a long birthday weekend in Boston, and I’m still in a bit of withdrawal. Boston has always been a place of enchantment, and these past few days lived up to such a myth. Those stories will be written a bit later – right now it’s almost 10 PM on Monday night, and the Sunday scaries are in full effect before a return to work tomorrow, but it will be Tuesday, moving things quickly – the way time begins speeding up for this second act of life.
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