We went to a farm today in Queens — the oldest running farm in New York state, I think. We fed goats (and sheep and an alpaca). Now I’m tired, which has as much to do with chasing my little animal around the farm as it does with hitting the vino a little too hard last night with a friend of mine. And it wasn’t even that much wine — we split one bottle and then each had one additional glass. And that was over the course of like 3 1/2 hours. But I sure as shit was hungover this morning, which seems unnecessary, cruel world, if you ask me. This is 37, you guys.
Anyway, I will take this opportunity to wish you a Happy Easter or Passover or 4/20, if that’s your religious holiday of choice. We are participating in an Easter egg hunt tomorrow, and then on Easter Sunday our friend Mary, who is an amazing cook and an even better candy-maker (I can’t wait until she’s ready to start selling her stuff so everyone can try some), is having us over for an Easter lunch. Other than that, I hope to get some good rest this weekend. My seasonal allergies are kicking in and all I want to do at the moment is sleep, sleep, sleep. Good night.