thank god, reinforcements

The arrival of friends and family to help has arrived, in the nick of time.

It’s magical.

Not only do I get help with weeding the peppers or harvesting basil in the rain, I have reason to drive out to Aquinnah just to look at the cliffs in the rain, to spend two hours reading the paper on Sunday morning, to remember that the vacationers do not have a monopoly on the good life. All things considered, it might be me who has the leg up.