Warmed up a bit today. Got some time in at the keyboard, but not entirely sure I accomplished anything. Sometimes that's the way it goes. Particularly with writing. Anyway, got to have a brief chat with my buddy, Scott, write a review for N., talk to the folks at the body shop (truck expected to be finished Wednesday!) and still get in a quick trip to the gym. Coming up on the last chapter of James Salter's The Hunters. Quite the read. Disarmingly simple, but beautiful at the same time. Isaacson's Leonardo continues to amaze as well.

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