All the great diarists brought their work to abrupt ends. Clara Clemens’ teenage “autobiography” of her famous father ended in mid-sentence when she was called to dinner one day on a European vacation. Samuel Pepys called it off one day in 1669 when he became worried about his eyesight.
I’m taking the summer off to travel around a bit. Too many great sights loom ahead, and I tell myself that with a career of deadlines behind me, it’s some kind of masochism to be giving myself more of them.
Have a good one, all.
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