Every year when new awards are announced I'm reminded of what a scummy marital partner I was and I wonder again, is he dead yet? If not he is now 87. I think his parents lived long and sourly into their 90s so it's not inconceivable, I guess.
Ok, done wondering and flagellating... until next year.
Again a day clear of anything required of me. My best kind of day. I'll swim, I'll watch the Mariners lose again, I might do the Trader Joe and car gas errands that I thought about but didn't do yesterday. Maybe.