Pretty day...

Okay. So, made it this far.

Tired today. Even so, up at five, off to the gym at five thirty. Mowed the lawns, sat with the boys a while, critiquing stories, then mosyied home to put in some work.

Wrote a couple of letters this afternoon. Tried to catch up. The crud made a comeback, slowing things down, but figured it would. Just need a little more rest.

Read Philip Roth died. Haven't been plunged so deep for a while. Guy was a giant. I'll miss him.

On a happier note, glad to hear good news about R.