1) Feeling unsettled and unhappy in my writing this morning, I left the house a little after 10:30 for a vigorous walk through the cemetery. And I wore my cape. It’s one thing to walk through the wind, and quite another to walk through the wind pushing a sail. It certainly adds to the workout.
2) While I was there I saw a very small heart-shaped stone of dark gray granite, with a sort of 1960s hippie-dippie-looking inscription: “To Max.” I bent to clear some leaves away . . . and heard the soft gentle sound of the crotch of my khakis ripping. That’s the second pair this pandemic! Daddy has certainly put on the COVID-19.
3) Like many of us, I am longing to feel the heavy weights of the last four years fall from us, but I am very anxious about Wednesday. But I have my champagne ready, first to toast a departing helicopter, and then our next President.