I got many, many things off the to-do list this week. Measurable progress. Minor physical and emotional exhaustion. Chuck says I'm pushing too hard and need to give myself some distance. So I forced myself to take the morning off. I drove to Malibu, which is a different world from Silverlake. I sat in the sand and watched pelicans and dolphins. I read Notes from Underground and just stared at the Pacific. Finishing this movie, there are so many emotional highs and lows that each week feels like a month. I can dig it, but it is nice to take a day off.