Up in the dark, here in the hills. Drive to the airport in New York soon… fly to Seattle to give a talk. Love the prospect but – maybe a sign of aging – how I hate to leave my cozy study, up here in the Lakeville house. I have been locked in here so long – slogging away on the book – you’d think I’d hate it, but quite the contrary. Such luck to have a great room in which to write. And a terrific home gym, out the door, in the barn. And Hilary and the foolish dog. And all the rest. Good life. So.. off to Seattle. Another show.