This happened back in the Castle days. We were sleeping when Doolies heard a noise. She got out of bed and went to the window and saw a kid rummaging through our mailbox. He took our Netflix and a few envelopes we left for the mailperson, and took off as Doolies banged on the window. She somehow resisted running after him--although she seriously considered it. Me? I turned over and continued to sleep. I'm no brave hero, especially when it comes to Netflix envelopes. I doodled this to document the occassion.

We're heading to NYC tomorrow for our Hamptons vacation. I've only been to the Hamptons once: during my summer internship at the law firm, they took us to a partner's estate for dinner. It was large and grassy. They were trying to show us the good life that working 100 hour weeks for forty years would get us. I somehow resisted that good life, but I did enjoy the freshly shucked oysters and overloaded trays of shrimp. That was pre-Kosher days (also pre-Doolies days).

I'm not looking forward to the flight early tomorrow morning. The less I travel, the less I want to travel. It will be nice to see my family and nieces. I expect much doodling and photograph taking. We've decided not to bring the video camera, so no Sagamore-esque video. It's probably for the best.