Kurt Vonnegut didn't have to write all those stories, he could just name off the big idea and say Kilgore Trout wrote it.

Here are the things I thought about writing about today:

The forbidden joy of playing a board game with a friend in the middle of a work day. I was going to work later which only made it feel more decadent and forbidden.

The thrill and challenge of driving through rush hour down town on my bike afterdark, followed by the comfort of the smooth open bike path with one or two little blinking red lights up ahead for company and competition.

The (unusual for me) feeling of giving someone a perfect gift.

The wonder and freedom of a new journal.

The smug eye contact I enjoy sharing with my fellow November in New England cyclist commuters.

How powerfully my time with one true, exhilaratingly fun, thoughtful and delightful friend makes me think about all the others.

But now I’m going to wash the dishes because I’ve been spending a lot of time with friends and family instead of taking care of business lately.