Just for a change of pace, I’m working out of my basement this morning. I’ve got the decrepit laptop but a great wireless connection from two stories above.

I’m sitting at my “original” desk – U.S. Geological Survey surplus – bigger than some houses, solid as Stone Mountain.

John Coltrane’s Giant Steps is playing, and I’m trying to act as though life is good.

My little Bodum French press has just delivered up the goods from some freshly-ground Caffè Verona. My books and notebook are piled conveniently nearby, like old friends waiting for some great conversation and give-and-take.

How’s your Friday going so far?