I felt a burst of moral superiority in being the only person at my gym at 7:15 today. On a roll, I'm headed next to the orphanage to read to the children, then on to serve at the soup kitchen before I go back home to write the opening six chapters of my first novel and then go to Mass tonight. May go again tomorrow, but not 'til I buy a Sunday NY Times and make myself read the Theater and Business sections. Yes, I'm definitely gonna be a better man in '11.