Sunshine on my shoulders.

It's been a weekend of glorious sunshine, which means, of course, allergies. Also, every math camp for high school students began this week, so there are roving bands of gangly American teenagers and their wealthier, prettier teen-tour counterparts in the streets, making the place look like Soho on a Sunday afternoon or Schreiber HS on a Friday. With any luck, the rain, which has already returned, will drive them from the streets and I can go back to enjoying this already-crowded little town.

Of course, sunshine also warms the soul, despite the negative effects of paper-writing, Richard II, or roaming high school students. Sunshine means reading outside, watching well-trained dogs without leads bound ahead of their wellie-clad masters, and even catching a little cat nap on the grass at the park. Brilliant!