July 6, 2009 – I am ever conscious of the notion that lives moves on, and it is a crime to waste it. This morning, writing on my novel. Walk in the woods with Maria. Going to look at farms today. Sometimes, I fantasize about a smaller Bedlam Farm.
  Going to take photos. Train Frieda. Walk dogs. Read my Marquez biography. Maria is working late, so I will plow through some chapters. The sun is out – two days in a row.