... the dream. I awoke, alert and sharp this morning, and already thinking. This is a new mode for me – now closer to 60 than 50, I no longer float gently to consciousness; burrow in and slip back to the relaxed respiration of sleep; rouse, wrestle with...
I had the half-altered picture from 1992 on the screen. I also had displayed a paragraph from Part 2 of The Very Real New and Improved Me -- the monologue in response to Hemingway, who at the moment was occupying my celadon chenille-draped computer chair...