Another lovely fall day. Most of the trees are holding their leaves, and the neighborhood’s as colorful as it’s been in years.
Good day at the keyboard, too. Think I’ve solved the puzzle of my newest short and am probably only another day or two from a reader draft.
Lots of quiet today at the gym. Only two or three folks working out, so had most of the place to myself. Cycled, worked the heavy bag, lifted.
Took a short rest when I got home, then went for a walk around the neighborhood.
Cool article by Paul McCartney in the New Yorker about the origins of “Elenor Rigby.”
Halfway home with All the Light You Cannot See.
K leaves for Washington tomorrow. Bet it’s going to be pretty there, too.