Oh, dear reader, the good news and the bad news is the same news: I’ve managed to escape my routine so thoroughly that I simply forgot it’s Friday. So it goes that today’s newsletter will be penned not in the morning but in the evening. Not in Berlin, but in London. Not to mark the quiet moments before my work week slides towards its conclusion, but in the glow of a full moon on the east edge of Hyde Park with this rascal.
After a few days on a farm in East Anglia reuniting with her beloved friend
…after a tragic accident befell our beloved Meow Meow
I had a chance to revisit Cambridge to reconnect with an esteemed student, the stuff of legend, who I miseducated through the pandemic.
Baby girl and I were charmed by Cambridge, its history, and its many mysteries.
But before the charm of East Anglia wore off, the five of us
…yes, the five of us, hopped the Great Northern to King’s Cross station London, home of track 9 3/4.
We bid our regards to the King.
…and Big Ben
…and the pigeons
…and the Victoria and Albert museum
…home of this sassy gladiator boi
…where we reunited to strike a pose with another Berlin buddy
But as twilight fell, it dawned on me that today is Friday and, as is my ritual, I am bound to reflect on my week.
Twas a fine week, a fine week indeed for me and mine. I hope it was for you and yours also.
Hip Hip and Cherrio,
DL
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