We're waiting on the proofs from the designers now, which is when we'll get down to some serious and intense editing and tweaking. So we're holding ourselves in readiness to...well, not panic exactly, but to meet this challenge, yes, that's the correct phrase. As always, we look to the classics for guidance.

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Some winter mornings, when I walk to work, I let myself imagine for a moment that it is summer, there are no crusted mounds of snow to scale to gain access to the sidewalks, there is no screeching keening wind, I am not wearing heavy boots but soft flats with no socks...it is in fact a perfect summer morning.
Like this morning. It's actually hard to concentrate - fortunately all copy is in and we're waiting now for our proofs, so it's OK if we're Googling "Famous Poems About Summer" and reading:

Emily Dickinson

A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon — A depth — an Azure — a perfume — Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer’s night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see — Then veil my too inspecting face Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace Flutter too far for me — The wizard fingers never rest — The purple brook within the breast Still chafes it narrow bed — Still rears the East her amber Flag — Guides still the sun along the Crag His Caravan of Red — So looking on — the night — the morn Conclude the wonder gay — And I meet, coming thro’ the dews Another summer’s Day!

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Four days after a freak accident - me being the freak that had the freakin' accident - and still wincing every time I had to reach above my shoulders or below my knees, I figured I had a cracked rib and maybe should visit an emerg. So I took the trusty #10 to the HSC where a doctor, who was 12, explained there's not much to be done about it, just stay active, use ice or heat to alleviate the discomfort, and so on. I share this in case anyone out there is dealing with a similar health issue - as you can see here, the only bad sign is if you can't take deep breaths. Otherwise you'll probably be OK.

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Went to a matinee of The Taking of Pelham 123 on Saturday afternoon - an OK film, although it doesn't match up with the genuine individual charm of the 1974 subway passengers. (And it doesn't include the detail of the hi-jackers calling each other "Mr. Blue". "Mr. Gray", etc. Are the filmmakers worried that today's audience will assume they've borrowed that from Quentin Tarrantino, not realizing he was paying homage to the film with his characters in Reservoir Dogs?) Also caught this intriguing trailer.

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Copy deadline today, we are overflowing with gorgeous prose of genius...
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What's the saying about Newfoundland gardens in June - don't plant until after the New Moon? Full Moon? Hmmm, now I want a Half-Moon, remember, those cakes that came in chocolate or vanilla? I don't think kids eat them much anymore. Or apple flips. And they don't really know what Big Turk bars are either, but that's probably for the best. In any case, I digress. Gardening time is nigh. If you're looking to shake up your floral inventory, check out these top 10 trends for this summer.

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Dear Abbey (or whomever)

Somedays even the most adept of us can use a bit of advice. Here's a great column.

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