The sun is shining from between slow-moving herds of low, puffy, white clouds.

I visited the gym this morning because I was reminded that when I don’t go faithfully, my lower back begins to ache again.

My raise went through overnight, garnering me an extra $75 per check. Fantastic.

Last night I attempted to work on my “book” again (I seriously still can’t type that without the quotes), and could not make anything I was writing sound smooth or clear. I write at the kitchen table, listening to the baseball game on my portable radio, and the rain outside. The cats both sit there next to my laptop; they just feel better when they are nearby.

The A’s beat the Yankees on a clutch 9th-inning single, and I clapped my hands alone in the kitchen.