I had planned to take a pleasant pause this week. 

To paraphrase the famous quote from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, life was moving pretty fast, and I wasn’t taking enough time to stop and look around.

For many weeks, the dates June 5th to the 8th, 2024 were set in stone in a very different way than any of my other calendar entries. Unlike work or family commitments, these days were marked off as official days for playing hooky. In the days leading up to a miasma of commitments for Bar Convent Brooklyn (BCB) next week, I was to be completely schedule free, off the books, loosy-goosey, nonchalant, untroubled, no “see you at 7?’ “Ach! I got tied up, I’ll be there soon!”