TT: My day

I’m sitting in my hotel room in Washington, D.C., having just eaten a very good breakfast downstairs. Last night I chatted with Our Girl on the phone, then read the first chapter of Bleak House before putting out the light, thus embarking on the fulfillment of one of my New Year’s resolutions. This morning I spent an hour surfing the Web and catching up on my e-mail, then read the Washington Post on paper, something I almost never do anymore. In a few minutes I’ll head for the Phillips Collection, where I plan to pass the middle part of the day looking at art, followed by a couple of hours’ worth of writing. Tonight I’ll be seeing the Signature Theatre Company’s new production of Stephen Sondheim’s Into the Woods.

The sky is blue, the wind is blowing, and for some reason I find that a sentence from one of Justice Holmes’ letters is running through my head: “Life grows more equable as one grows older; not less interesting, but I hope a little more impersonal. An old man ought to be sad. I don’t know whether I shall be when the wind is west and the sky clear.”

Enjoy your day. I plan to.

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