I am very sad to leave the country and go back to NYC today. Eric's parents live in Salisbury, Connecticut, and every morning we've been driving into Millerton to this coffeehouse that is all wood and open space where we can write all day and Monday evening we drove to Lennox to meet Eric's parents for a fancy dinner, since they're staying up there to celebrate his dad's 70th birthday, and by the way Eric's parents are some of the most engaged and open and interested-in-everything always-finding-something-to-laugh-about life-enjoying people I've ever met, and it is completely inspiring, and at the restaurant I was facing an expanse of window and this charming street and outside a storm was brewing and all the trees were whipping around and last night we went to Great Barrington for pizza and ice cream and all these local kids were hanging out being cool and it reminded me of my town in Pennsylvania. It's all windy roads and green and rivers up here and I would like to never leave. Oh, and Sunday we all watched the Nadal Federer Wimbledon men's thing and we all cried when Nadal lost since that man should be wrestling lions somewhere and the very least we can do is give him that big gold trophy.

In other news, have you ever seen anything more shocking?