It’s a New Dawn, It’s a New Day

Since the big quitting, I find I don’t quite know what to do with myself.

In the morning, I sit downto write, as usual. That habit has been trained over three years and it’s the most familiar thing in the world.

After a couple pages of editing Tales, I take the dog for a walk. So far, so good. It always feels good to do something active in the morning. If I don’t do any other exercise for the rest of the day, at least I did that.

And when I get back home,my body tenses, readynow forthe flood...