I’ve been wanting to write about the eclipse this whole week, but I physically couldn’t. The six and a half hour drive back from Vermont wreaked havoc on my spine and wrists and hips and fingers. It was totally worth it.
There was no plan to see the totality. I was content to see it from Cambridge, I thought. It would be enough to be surrounded by nerds…
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