When the music's over

We've landed in Needham, in a house on a little dirt road. All I see is trees though there are houses all around and I hear the trains roll through. We have plenty of space here. It's a little funky, like all rentals, but hopefully more relaxing than the hotel. DH made a great summer dinner of pasta with basil and tomatoes with mozzarella and sweet corn. It felt for a moment like summer. We're excited to cook again.

Saturday night we saw Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys at ONCE Somerville. It was a beautiful night. I was depressed but across the river we went and it was magic. To hear those songs, so sing and dance and feel again. To see the old crowd again. So awkward to talk to people but we did speak with Tom, Deanna and Nikki. Bebe steps.

Growing bitter over the loss of July. Tired of moving. Hopefully I'll get out tomorrow AM for a walk.