(a summary)
My short vacation has come to a blunt end.
I had a marvellous weekend doing all sorts of vacationy things: swimming in Walden Pond (with tons of Russians and Latin Americans), going to a Sox game (we won), watching Pirates of the Caribbean (a letdown), and guzzling ale (ginger) at BB’s happy suaree. Best of all, DD returned from three weeks in the oxygenless land of incredible pollution (DC) and now the apartment no longer feels empty and pathetic.
It’s summer, and after 15 minutes back in the office, I wanted to cry. My human rights epoch has reached its apex and is waning now. In a sad, relentless way.
The word NADIR comes to mind as appropriate:
1. Astronomy. A point on the celestial sphere directly below the observer, diametrically opposite the zenith.
2. The lowest point: the nadir of their fortunes.
Meanwhile, good people: the French Film Festival has come to the MFA. If anyone wants to go this weekend, talk to me.