I thought I'd kick off the week with a little Zen aid; some low-quality video I shot from Fisherman’s Beach on Nantucket last July specifically for this time of year when I, like most New Englanders, experience a weather-related psychotic break. Symptoms range from mild to severe depending upon several factors. For instance, if you were able to escape to a warmer climate in February, you may just get a little grumpy about now. If you have been housebound all season, say, in a basement wearing Gortex mittens, you could end up babbling incoherently while slathering yourself with Hawaiian Coconut Oil. My mid-March meltdown tends to manifest as foolhardy rebellion: I refuse to dress in layers and often walk barefoot to the mailbox in 40 degree temperatures, squinting in the icy head wind. Time to compile the spa GCs and go in for an overhaul. Or just say screw it and stowaway on Goy's upcoming Floridian business trip.
So, enjoy a 32-second vacation. Breathe in the ocean air, listen to the soothing surf, smell the seasalt. We're almost there.