Happy Monday from a delightfully thunder-stormy New York. I know I've complained before about the New York summers (because they're miserable), but once you get to the dog days and huge thunderstorms end almost every day... that I like. It reminds me of driving home from the beach or day camp, my hair still wet from swimming, and then the sky turning dark and pouring down rain. I'd run inside, trying to shield myself with my already wet towel, and then I'd dry off and curl up and watch cooking shows on PBS while the rain tick-tacked on the air conditioner. The best!