This is one of the great summers of my life, I tell you. The new book is mostly done, Hilly and I and our families have nothing but time for one another, and to work out… heaven. Meant to get up at dawn, go for a row. In fact slept till 7, then got the paper… had a rational breakfast (berries galore), did the puzzle… finally got out on the water at 9. Usually the penalty for starting so late is wind, waves and torture. Today, not a breath. Great row in the 80 degree heat… sweat pouring off. Some of it made of expensive wine from last night. Heaven.
Here’s a little YNY/TTY point. After I”d put the boat away, I sat down on an 8″ ledge to put my sneaks on. Stood up and headed to the car. And thought, as I often do: most people my age could not do that. Could no more stand up, unaided, from an 8″ shelf than fly around the lake. No joke… just couldn’t do it. Ever. And I don’t have to think about it. Younger this year? Nope . But alive, man, and still able to stand up in one easy motion off an 8″ shelf. Very similar to a human being. Nice.