Studying with the lights on, cooking into the night, riding through drizzle to donuts and children and holding hands to turn our heads away from everyone and cry at the cafe.

And poosh! We’re back or something or other. And every night I wash my face as I stumble off to sleep so much earlier than I would like and I think how I have something to write here. But for some reason, that never seems to happen, though no one needs to hear that I haven’t posted in a while.

And just like that, Maisie has come up for our biweekly check-in in the lovely Eaton Computer Lab, here upon Walnut Hill just over the line into Medford, MA where the autumn has been ‘unseasonably warm’ in the parlance of the New York Times, but every time I see that I misread ‘unresonably’ and so have this feeling that the Times has passed a judgement upon the gift of a warm and temperate fall. I often chide myself for enjoying this, too, because is it not a sign of global warming?

Then I remember that climate change just makes for more extremes resulting in a gradual overall uptick of global mean temperature and let myself enjoy wearing a sweatshirt in Boston on November 16 when two years ago it was snowing at this time.

…and off I go to science class.