I'm driving back to Maine today with my boys and my dear friend Angela. According to Paul, Angela is the talkiest person he's ever traveled with. She retorts that 5 hours is nothing; she could talk like that for 10 hours.

Yesterday the boys and I went to Boston with my mother. We went to the art museum and we ate cannoli and we dropped powdered sugar down the fronts of our coats. Then we came home and watched an Errol Flynn movie with my father and listened to the dog snore.

As you can see, all my news is un-literary, and most of my sentences are declarative. Massachusetts seems to have that effect on me.