The morning air is beautifully cool, but this will be our last dreamy weather for a while. Fierce heat will kick in tomorrow, and Maine will morph into a roasting pan, and Chuck will have to learn to love an air conditioner.

For the moment, though, he can still goggle at robins through the open windows, and I can still curl up in my couch corner in my fuzzy bathrobe and listen to the gulls argue. But this is a brief reverie. In a few minutes I'll be on the work clock again, hustling through chores, packing a lunch, collecting scripts and pens and notebook, catching my ride, rehearsing all day. I'm excited about being back in the studio with my friends . . . also worried that we've bitten off more than we can chew, but that's just my nerves talking. It will be a fun week, and we'll do what we can do, which will have to be good enough.