Why is it that when I nap with a little puppy cuddled against me, I sleep so much more deeply and arise feeling rested? I think of poor Elvis, popping pills to tackle insomnia when all he really needed was a little Bobo.

Tomorrow I head back to Chicago. It’s a short trip. Just a couple of days. It will be nice to get away and spend some time in the office.

I didn’t go swimming today as I had planned. Maybe next weekend.