It’s not as kinky as it sounds, dear friends. Showing the superb taste and judgment that has made him The Boy for Me since 1992, Lloyd took me to Mystic for four days to celebrate our wedding anniversary. I knew we’d have a good time, mostly based on the happy sighs of our friends and relatives who have been to Mystic, but even knowing that I was in for a good time, I had no idea just how much I would love it up there, or how difficult it would be to return to our cramped, noisy, quotidian corner of the world.
There is much I want to say about this splendid week, more than I have in me to say now, focused as I am on the prospect of returning to the box factory tomorrow, and surviving the next three weeks, which I already know are going to be painful and difficult, even by the normal box factory standard. I promise, dear friends, that I will share properly, but in the meantime, I can say that there was more to our visit than picturesque landscapes and drawbridge geekery. There was also print geekery, in the form of the nifty linotype machine Lloyd and I found in a used bookstore:
There were also swell and imaginative Halloween lawn fixtures:
There was retail therapy, including two bookstore runs, two trips to a large and sublime health food supermarket, and a trip to this shop, where I bought these:
There might have even been a nice meal or two. Or ten. 
