Dave's morning was off with a bang (no ten inpunded). Gregarious, loquacious est ce que le levre est sur la pupitra? Word orgy. Thought barrage. This is the start of a day when good things get written announced the voice in Dave's head. Right or wrong, it's a good thing. Dave was ready to literally throw himself into his latest tale a la Charlie Kaufman by having Jeff return from L.A. and be the victim of the attempted seduction by Lily only to be thwarted by having the author (Dave) yell cut like on a movie set and have the characters voice their discontent to wrap up what was just a hastily contrived story anyway. But because Dave was all deconstricted by endorphins -Eff it, there's better jubilance to propogate. Ishmael supposedly made it to 137 thanks to the Hagar genes and Dave will be thrilled to make it to 97, especially if the plums stay active. None of us is supposed to pre-empt our passing by selecting the date but 30 more years of restart, serenade, voice gratitude, channel abundant brilliance, yodel in the birdbath of love then do it all again the day after is timeless and immortalizing. I recently took up meditation. It beats sitting around doing nothing.