11/8 Herbie Hancock has all these groovy ideas, and yet it seems as if he’s not interested in the groove at all, or not ultimately.

11/7 What’s treacherous about aging is that the effort doesn’t become less. It feels as if you’ve run just as intensely, asked the same of yourself as always, you are in the most unmistakably youthful way exhausted, and do not realize that you only accomplished half, only a tenth.

11/6 Newburgh. It is an unexpected effect of our marriage that I get unusually thorough and disciplined about household work, and I’m not even against it.

11/5 Went running. A truly spectacular evening sky, so spectacular that everywhere people stopped and took pictures of it on their smartphones. That seemed very organic to me. I had, other than at any other time of the day, no smartphone with me. What if you didn’t have your language with you?

11/4 One of 266 in my block who voted for the new mayor.

11/3 Difficult, devastating good-bye in the morning. During the flight I fell into a rabbit hole and did nothing but explore emulations of the HP48 calculator.

11/2 Ending the week unexpectedly, but understandably difficult. This situation is untenable. We can’t live across two continents like this, my son can’t, and he can’t even say why.

11/1 Unexpectedly full and good day. Magic till after midnight. 

10/31 And now all my three children are back again, all under the same roof. Discussion with my older son about his deeply optimistic outlook on life, given his success and the resulting confidence so far. I don’t know how stories like this typically proceed, I will be curious to watch it unfold.

10/30 Depressingly rainy. J and I crash during different times of the day. We are here for almost a week this time, unusually long, but we compensate for it by being knocked out far more severely and longer.