Why don’t I have a category of blog posts called “Living in Maine?” I should, shouldn’t I?
I woke up this morning to the most glorious summer day ever, an archetypal August day which fulfills all expectations for loveliness. Zero humidity. Unfortunately, I woke up with a “spike through my temple” headache, likely from too much lobster, too much picnic, too much sun, too much glorious time in the garden, too much Wyeth-esque scenery, and too much affectionate laughter with family and friends.
The only thing I did not get enough of, apparently, was coffee. Coffee, like cigarettes, is addictive and the correct dosing of it is something I should not take lightly. Thus, the Golden August Spike in my temple and the late blog posting. We’ll leave “overcoming coffee addiction” for another day, a less glorious one.