Happy birthday Grace! FIVE. Wow.
It’s a Princeton day, through and through. Both kids in their garb, going to pick Gloria up at Logan at 11, looking forward to seeing assorted Princetonians at the tailgates.
Aptly, as I ran this morning, Cambridge’s streets were a soggy blaze of bright orange leaves.
“The sterner part of me, the part that’s determined to be nobody’s fool, says, ‘Just admit it. God is a fiction we’ve invented to help us live with our awareness of our own mortality.’ … But at the same time, a universe with no ordering intelligence of any kind is so barren … Do I, does anyone, really and truly want to be so undeluded as to live in a world wholly devoid of mystery and magic?” – Michael Cunningham
Ambien has turned against me!
It now consisently wakes me up at 5:00-5:30. Worse than a toddler!
Need a new emergency use sleeping crutch, clearly. Boo. Day ahead looms long indeed.