My days look like: coffee, dewey, clean, drive, book, work, dewey, write, book, semi-lunch, work, dewey, book, work, work, write, think, drink, read, dewey, sleep.

(As opposed to Sara’s, which looks like: House, House, House, House, House, House, House, House, House. I have seen her exactly once since the strike ended, and that was late on a Friday night after she was finished working but before she had to get up early to go work again.)

We’ve got a new contest at Dewey that ends today.

Yesterday morning I heard on the radio that 40% of Americans say they never worry about anything at all. I’m worried about those people.