1) For the first time in . . . in . . . in forever, I was happy and ready to get out of bed when the alarm went off. Not bounding with energy and bouncing off the walls, just gently smiling and without a feeling of heaviness, and with vague memories of a happy dream.
2) Coffee and devotional in the gray room yielded tough love from an old article from ye Fyste Cympany: “You need to keep your calendar empty if you’re going to get anything significant done, like [write a book.]” I’m hardly swanning around with the bon ton, but the past few days my thoughts have been preoccupied with filling the calendar, not with creative progress.
3) It’s official. Yesterday’s column on the President serving fast food got more views than any column in 2018.