Deep As Texas Dirt

I am quickly figuring out that ours needs to be a two-computer household. It's 7:15 and this is the real first shot I've had at the desk.

After the day I had yesterday, today has been a welcome relief. Metaphorically, yesterday was one of the bleakest days I've had on a long time. The best thing I can say about yesterday is that it spawned a mad creative outburst - and that the day over and done with.

Using an Augusta National metaphor [not - "Get that [redacted] woman out of the clubhouse!!!], sometimes par is good enough. That's what today has been. I'll take it and run to the next tee box.

Today has been a day of cleansing. Physically and mentally. I cleaned the house from top to bottom. I think there were corners of this house I've never noticed before that got a thorough cleaning. And as I scrubbed away, I felt a much-needed release from the anxiety of yesterday.

The deepest thought for today? Who the heck is Tim Clark? Is he some guy Hootie pulled out of the gallery to prove the course isn't too long or difficult?