“Oh, it was a summer”

The Friday Post. (on Sunday night)

Ben Affleck on August 23, 2024 in Los Angeles. (Photo: Bellocqimages/Bauer-Griffin/GC Images)

I get an attitude at the end of every August. No one is in New York City, there’s nothing to do except watch tennis and wait for September. The winding down of summer does not sit well with my spirit. I become irritable, impatient, restless — there is just so much time to wait until we get more summer. Summer is sticky, sloppy, deliriously reckless. Fall requires plans, spring needs opportunity. Summer is maximalism, freaky, fun.

A few days ago Peyton reminded me that, on an episode of our podcast “Lemme Say This,” I correctly predicted that the Bennifer divorce announcement would come before September. Wasn’t it obvious? You can’t go into the autumn in a marriage held together with scotch tape and some songs. After spending the summer mostly apart, Jennifer Affleck (née Lopez) finally filed for divorce. The filing came at the end of August; the date of separation was listed as April 26.  “Oh, …