These are a few of my favorite things

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First, a triumph to report: I read two (2) newspapers this morning, and I didn’t cry once. In full disclosure, I did get tears in my eyes, but they did not spill over. Also, I muttered a lot to myself. After I read the paper, I sat in the quiet of the morning and thought about what I might like to do today. I decided I wanted to have a bagel with lox and cream cheese and red onion and tomato and an immoderate amount of capers for breakfast. So I made one. When I ate it, I kept thinking, This is so good, it will not be enough. I’m going to have another one and not tell anyone. Luckily, by the time I finished the bagel, I had pretty much changed my mind, emphasis on “pretty much.”

Next, I took Austin for a walk around the block, always good therapy. I saw some guys building a driveway, driving in the posts along the side, and I had a impulse to ask if I could help. (This happens to me all the time: I go to Italy and enjoy the sights and the language mightily, but what I really want to do is spend a few hours in…oh, say a bakery or a restaurant, working. It seems somehow that it would make me closer up to where I am.)