Mid-morning Wednesday. One of those excellent February partly cloudies in Los Angeles. The schedule said it was time to write this essay, so I put down the novel I’m revising and made tea, then consulted a list I update during the week on things I may write about here. Nothing struck me. I drank some tea. I opened …
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