As I do most mornings, this morning I awoke. I went downstairs, opened the door, and walked out on the deck. Still all normal.
Then Kiki and Dirt joined me, and I made champagne cocktails, and we sat in the sun and discussed the people we cannot stand. It was glorious. It felt like a vacation, and I was five feet from my desk. I could do this every morning.
Why don't I? Why don't we?