I learned today that both John Adams—the second president of the United States—and Thomas Jefferson—the third—died on the same day, the same year…the 4th of July, 1826. Just the first bit of that factoid is remarkable given how involved the two of them were with each other over the course of their lives, but add in the second bit, that they died on the fourth of July, America’s day of independence, is some remarkable shit.
In other news: HBO was absolutely COOKING in the second half of the aughts. 2005 to 2010 is one of the best stretches of any studio in history. Wow. John Adams is up there in terms of their best efforts. Paul Giamatti was ALSO on fire. Good, good, good stuff.
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I felt zonked all day today. Whew. Got my work done, though. And I’m resolved to get back at it tomorrow. Even if it does mean I’m exhausted. The sooner I get back into the saddle, the sooner the anxiety of being away from it will dissolve.
Coops is so soft right now. He got a bath from Bear while I was away because he seems to be irritated by allergies lately, and now he’s insanely soft. And just the sweetest boy. Very gentle in his older years. Very sweet. I just gave him his last eyedrops and a snug.
Liz is in her office, working hard. She may have a new client, so there’s lots of prep to be done to hit the ground running. We had a nice walk together. Warm today, but not so hot that it hasn’t cooled.
So many of these entries are just about downloading a snapshot of the day from my mind. I think it helps me close the book on the day. I can sleep, and wake up without it rattling about in my mind. To a degree, anyway. Sometimes what happens in a day sticks with me in ways that a blog entry will never be able to let go of, you know? And I mean that in big ways and small. But today…I think this should do it.
Night night.