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January 4, 2005
It's Tuesday morning (though barely), a time when my inclination to take a rest—if any day, it's my Saturday— goes hand to hand with the inclination to rocket into the week's work. Today I have little choice but to buckle down and work. A massive editing project is due, several columns need setting up, and there's grad-school tasks to check off. I could use an almond macaroon, but they're at my house, where I haven't been since Saturday. I hit the Ritter marzipan upon waking, but somehow my stomach has not revolted. A good German, down to my digestion.