I have in fact created two margaritas, two superlative margaritas, and I have consumed them, sitting on my front porch in the glorious weather, reading the New York Times and doing the crossword puzzle. In a moment, I will fetch Children of Húrin and read it. And maybe I’ll create another margarita.

If that is not a well-made life, I’d like to know what is.

77 days to go.