Sometimes you catch a break. Yesterday, drove to Vermont, gave a talk at the terrific Northshire bookstore in Manchester. About 85 nice people there, half a dozen of whom came up to say they’d read the book and it had “changed my life.” Not bad.
Then up at six to drive home…go for a long cross country ski with Hilary Harry and his girl (our agent) Laura. Perfect day, perfect snow…sweet life. The rest of the day lolling about, eating, watching ball games, reading in front of the endless fire. Just now, tonight, some pals walked in…gotta go. Life is sweet. A little short, perhaps, but sweet.