I am writing this from the third floor balcony of the beach house in Rhode Island. You can see the water from up here. I’m hanging out with my pseudo cousins, we’re catching up, and I’m trying not to obsess about various things. I stopped in Connecticut on the way up to see David, although I couldn’t stay as long as I would have liked. I had to get up here so we could do the grocery shopping. We are incredibly, awesomely efficient.

Yesterday, I met up with Jill-IAN and Drew in the city, for catching up, wandering around the West Village hating people, and getting delicious Mexican food by our old office. It was, of course, lovely to see both of them. I don’t think we’ll ever all be in the same city and same place in our lives ever again, which makes me a little sad, but we still have the ability to meet up once a year and to go on and on as if nothing has changed.

I know I’m 2/3rd through the 100 day challenge, but I may not be able to do it. In fact, I doubt I’ll be able to write much from up here. Right now, I’m stealing wireless from the neighbors, and I don’t know if I’ll be inclined to make the effort anyway.

Of course, now that I’ve said that, I’ll probably have a million brilliant things to write.