No more staycations.

Thank you all for the kind words and thoughts – we’re making do, even though that was hands-down the most craptastic vacation I’ve ever taken. A recount: Joe died, Jordana and I worked like hell on getting a grant done in time (and did), there was a flying trip to New Haven to see a performance of someone we might work with in the future, and my mom’s rental car got towed Father’s Day night so we had to take a trip to the impound lot in Red Hook yesterday morning to get it back before she flew out in the afternoon. And no, I did not get to sleep in once on that vacation, which would have made things a little better. Damn.

Good things did happen on the vacay, and I have to keep reminding myself of that. For example, in spite of the 87 straight days of grey skies we seem to have had this June, Mom and I went to the circus at Coney Island. That was fun. We also went to Sagamore Hill to visit Teddy Roosevelt’s home, which was awesome. Jordana and I found a wine bar in her neighborhood on Friday and I discovered a really great local honey wine, then we went to the Botanical Gardens, then to Celebrate Brooklyn with Thabiso. These are all good things, but on the whole the impression this vacation left me with was “not restful.” And then I came back to work yesterday to find out that we’re expected to be in the new office in the new building on July 20, so now we are stressed out about that. I think I need another vacation.