I have some sort of deathly summer flu. I have not been this sick or miserable in a good long while.
Unfortunately, this meant my Dad didn’t come up for his birthday, but he’s driving up from Connecticut soon, and will be here around 6am. We’re going fishing all morning, and then he’s helping me pack up some stuff. In some ways I like being able to pick up and leave every few months, but the constant moving has gotten old. Especially if you’re like me and cart around a small library’s worth of books every time.
Used book stores are my downfall.
Regardless, all I have to worry about right now is getting myself on the boat in a few hours and getting it, and us, out of Eel Pond. This is the view from the Water Street bridge looking out into Vineyard Sound:
I like Western Mass, but I’m in love with Woods Hole.
