Dragged JG out of the library on Saturday and to Lighthouse Point beach, where he read the 1964 Film Quarterly (“it’s for my dissertation, ok, GOD!”) while I swam and ate coconut popsicles and took naps. On Friday we saw Men In Black screened on the Green; last night I went to a barbecue and drank a lot of very cold PBR and woke up this morning with grillsmoke in my hair. This summer has been brutal, work-wise, with no time for vacation and none coming until November, but the off hours have more than made up for it.