It was a week filled with sickness and a slow but steady recuperation. Felled by the flu, I spent half the week alternating between chills and sweats, and the rest of it racked with overall body aches. That made for hours of bed-bound contemplation and feverish deliberations, none of which came to much. It’s not good to be inside your head so much, or inside the house so much either. I had no choice in either, and so I did my best to get better – drowning myself in hot green tea with lemon and honey, regular doses of Tylenol in the morning and NyQuil at night, gallons of water, and freshly squeezed citrus in whatever else I was drinking. On with this sickly recap so we can leave it all behind…
Are roses enough to see us through the winter?
The Jonas Brothers stepped out in their underwear.
The trajectory and lifespan of this blog was given serious consideration, and we are entering the winter of its existence. Relax or be dismayed, it’s not imminent.
This is the closest we can figure for the first movie night with Skip.
Kira and I weather a winter storm in Boston, starting with this shakshuka evening, a Saturday of swimming lessons and shopping, and a contemplative Sunday ending.
Hunks of the Day included Justin Chambers, Alex Ranghieri, Jimmy Garoppolo, and Calum Scott.
