Writing from the best wing of the La Posada Hotel in Winslow. I sunk down deep in the great big tub and soaked–even conditioned my hair, which is like a once or twice a year thing.

The sun is breaking through the high thin clouds and the wind is blowing politely.

I have a lot to be thankful for.

Tomorrow I’m going to need to get very serious about work. It’s Black Friday and I’ll be racking up some debt–with luck that will be for a savvy purpose, and not another pipe dream.

But either way. Every day above ground is a good day.