She’s home. It’s lovely. Last night we went to our favorite tiny sushi spot, Moshi Moshi. I said, “Spring Break has always been my favorite of the breaks.” Steve said, “But we never do anything over spring breaks.” I said, “Exactly.”
Today we’re going to St. Helena, to Tra Vigne with the Fletchers, as Ian is home from Tufts, thawing out from the snow. There will be the most delicious cheese ever, fresh mozzarella made moments before it’s delivered to our table. We won’t be able to speak while we taste it. Like I said, lovely.