A Page From My Diary

If I wrote a diary, which I do not.

I got up around 7:30am and was a slug, drinking coffee with the dog in bed and doing the NYT Spelling Bee thing. It feels like it’s supposed to be “good for you” but it’s probably just a waste of time.

Then I worked on a Secret Project with my (Twitter) friend Keith Harris involving the film Home Alone. In the course of working on this…