I'm in Boston with Matt, visiting my daughter and family. We flew here yesterday morning and I was planning to write a big blog in the afternoon, in the cool of the basement TV room. Kate had set up Matt with a movie there - or so I thought. It wasn't a movie, it was a Netflix marathon, 17 episodes of a Marvel Comic series.

So no blog.

Listen, I know me: if it flickers i'll watch it. So I watched, and got hooked. If I had Netflix I wouldn't get any work done. Nada. I wouldn't read or write or think. I would just gaze, slack-jawed, at the screen. Well, maybe i'd watch the Blue Jays, but with the way they're playing these days, I might not.

I am not to be trusted with games or Netflix.

Today we are driving to Maine for a long weekend on their "pond". Anon, anon. (That's English for à bientôt.)