If it angers you that I'm taking a week off, rest assured that I will not be skiing down some beach, sunning myself on some snowy mountain, or eating foie gras in some Florentine bistro. Rather, I will be retreating deep within myself, and I can assure you that's no place anybody (I least of all) would want to be. It's dark, it's cold, and there are scary sounds which therapists and spiritual advisors have assured me are simply the house settling but which I can only silence with strong drink.
Also, foie gras is disgusting.
I will, however, return on Monday, October 13th, with regular updates. In the meantime I recommend catching up on routine bike maintenance, spending time with friends and family, and generally tending to your garden in the Voltairean sense.
And if spending time with friends and family involves a large, catered affair, I highly recommend the Grand Prospect Hall in Brooklyn based entirely on the strength of their commercials.
As always, thanks for reading, and I'll see you on Monday October 13th.