It took me a week to get over the bitterness, which is why this post is a week late.
But apparently New England’s idea of a good April Fool’s joke is: snow.
The poor geese flew north too early. You think they’d have learned by now.
What I’m reading: The Cradle, Patrick Somerville
What I’m listening to: The Saints Go Archin’ In, compiled by Ben Apatoff