It’s quiet on the farm, although it’s hardly animal free. The barn cats are hanging out by the back door, it is raining. I worked for many hours on my novel today and tomorrow afternoon am taking a break and heading to the racetrack in Saratoga. Might place a small bet or two. Tonight, had dinner with good friends, and felt very comfortable.
  It seems to me that you can spend a lifetime figuring out who you are. I wrote a bunch of memoirs, and knew little about my life, but that is perhaps true of anyone. Others can see you more clearly than you can see yourself. I am preparing for the book tour, and thinking about animals and souls, something I will be talking about. I enjoyed writing “Soul Of A Dog.” Satisfying and fun.