It has been quite a while since I've been in here on the blog. But I really don't think anyone's reading it anymore anyway, (are you?). Basking in the afterglow of my week-long stay on Martha's Vineyard I am energized and catching up on all those back-burner-type things I've been neglecting for the past month. Heather invited me to crash her vacation so I found a frequent-flyer flight last-minute and jetted off to Boston, got to meet Kendra's new dog Bogart, see Todd's finely decorated apartment, and spend a week in a beautiful house in Vineyard Haven. Here is the house, below, and at least part of the crew (Heather, me, Katie, Shelley, Dave). It was exquisite. We cooked most nights, with generally six to eight of us in the house on any given evening, and always had our own at-home "happy hour." Therapy is bicycling to Chappaquidick, spotting seals at Gayhead beach, consuming wine and steamed mussels on a patio overlooking a marina, and going to sleep hearing nothing but a foghorn and softly rustling trees.