Music always does it. This time it’s “Lou Weed” by the Dandy Warhols. Not sure why, but their songs lift me, and the words start flowing. I sing along and my fingers fly. Maybe I should play music more often. The world needs more music; and gardening; and flowers; and cute dogs, and butchered semicolons.

Tomorrow I start. Had the idea for ages and put it off so long. It’s about time I got back to work. Enough of this slovenly waste of my life on the Internet. Let’s see, how many unfinish...