Today is my first day back home after a week of vacation with my family at a cottage appropriately titled Faraway, on a lake (also appropriately) called Doolittle. Which is exactly what we do when we are there. We spend a week there every summer with good family friends of ours, and basically all we do all week is swim, read, hike, and eat. Eat a lot. It's true paradise, and now it's been lost...until next year. So as it rains here back at home I am feeling particularly glum about the notable lack of a giant lake in my backyard. And the absence of my friends. And the huge freezer of ice cream we demolished over the course of the week. Paradise lost...lost until next year.