I’ve noted previously that the “air” in Southbury, Connecticut, is awful. It’s more or less the dark side of the moon. One of the few commercial establishments with any kind of tangible semi-reliable wi-fi is a just-opened Borders in the main shopping center, which is where I’m sitting now. But not for long. Within minutes I’ll be submerged in the black hole of The Watermark, the retirement community where my mom lives.

Object d’art at Museum of Modern Art…seriously. Located on a second or third-floor gallery, just leaning against the wall.