As I wrote on November 14, I have been having a hard time getting the cover of my book to print correctly. I have skipped writing for several days because I have spent most of my online time trying to get it straightened out. Now, by Jove, I think I’ve got it. I should know for sure by the end of the month. On a different note: Some 50 or so years ago there was a novelty toy, the Ultimate Machine , in circulation in the form of a small box with an electrical toggle switch on the side. When someone flicked the switch, the lid rose and an arm and hand reached out, flicked the switch off, and retreated back into the box, whereupon the lid closed. All this activity was accompanied by an irritating buzzing noise. It seems to me this is a metaphor, admittedly rough, for political activity. Whenever something, such as a proposed program, becomes important to their constituents, our legislators spring into action, appear to be furiously doing something constructive while making loud...
My alarm clock goes off every morning at eight, except for the few times when I have a breakfast date. Usually I wake up about an hour before that, or at least I partly wake up. It is important that I remain in a “not quite awake but not quite asleep” state, because I consider that time as the germination period for whatever seeds happen to have blown into my head.