Wrote. Ate a bowl of Kix.
Woke the historian and climbed back in bed at 7.
Awoke three and a half hours later.
Cleared my head, got dressed, ran some errands.
Wrote some more.
Asked myself this question: What connects grief and the will?
Made red lentil soup. Laundered. Waited for the historian to get home. Walked Bruiser.
The Jazz beat Indiana.
That is all.