Nice time at coffee this morning. What’s better, as a writer, than to spend a couple of hours with another writer whose work you admire? Came away jazzed. Itching to put in a long day at the keyboard soon. Meantime, content to steal all the loose moments that fall my way.

Beautiful weather today. Just gorgeous. A few light clouds, blue sky stretched out behind them, and a perfect breeze to stir the leaves. Going to pull the burlap off the lawn this evening and see if the grass looks as good as its three-week teaser campaign.

Read a new Tom McGuane short story in this week’s New Yorker, while lollygagging on the porch swing. Funny stuff, but with a dark, twisted ending. My kind of piece.