Today

I wrote six pages, read the introduction and first eighty pages of Ulysses, cut down three trees, leaf-blower-ed the shit out of basically everything, ate a pound and a half of pulled pork, had two perfect black cups of carefully brewed pour-over coffee, and I got new sheets last night for my bed. I also picked up a pillow “sham,” but I’m ashamed of that; why not call it a pillowcase?

[I also want to buy this fucking “duvet” thing, but I can’t process it, because, as far as I can tell, it’s a fucking blanket cover. Which means that the fucking blanket will just move around inside of it and inspire apoplexy while I’m trying to sleep.]

I don’t have an AK, but if I did, I would most definitely use it to celebrate. Which, by the way, is very much different from being forced to use it.

It’s been a good day.