Friday night was well-spent. I cranked up a special pot of that Kona Coffee, hit the keyboard with a furious pace, and almost got the last of the 1999 stuff cranked out. Of course, by midnight, I was tired of responding to spurious e-mail, tired of the keyboard, and tired of looking at Y2K, and I retired to the couch and finished off by nodding out while reading Cormac McCarthy. I’m really starting to warm to his material because he catches a side of my country that I really like. He properly evokes what it’s like to be in a place where an Anglo (White Boy like myself) is a minority. It is a beautiful day now, and I’ve got all the doors wide open, soaking up the Saturday morning sunlight, the clouds have burned off, and thinking about getting outside. I just have a few more paragraphs to finish first. It’s an interesting rhythm — write a horoscope, answer e-mail, write a horoscope…