Spring has sprung. Oh joy. A close friend notes that my seasonal affect disorder *begins* when the rest of the hemisphere is buzzing with the promise of rebirth. This year, the rebirth is my friend’s alone: she’s leaving our group to assume a senior leadership position at another high-falutin university a short train ride away. A group of us celebrated her new job with drinks/dinner tonight at Distrito, the only restaurant of worth in the neighborhood. Seeking to weaken the effects of tequila they drank, they asked for coffee and I provided: a trip to Capogiro, the closest coffee shop around. They found sobriety and I found a brief respite with a small cup of gianduja (chocolate hazelnut) gelato. Buonissimo!