Well, I’m in New York (state). The weather is gorgeous, albeit rather too hot for my tastes. Out the large windows to my right, the trees sway in the breeze. Out the large windows to my left, sun sparkles on blue lake. My father is observing the shabbatz by snoring on a couch nearby, and at his feet the dog lies snoreless but napping on a fake but soft bearskin rug. (When I say “fake,” I mean it’s not even attempting to pass for the real thing; it’s more like a gigantic, flat teddy bear). On another couch, Mom is sprawled out working her way though today’s Times.
Things could certainly be worse.