Tim Branson

He’s going up again, my bi-polar friend, and we wonder when he’ll come down. He showed me a series of numbers today that he says reveal the age of consent, according to some culture at some time, to be six. It’s something that’s been on his mind for a while.

Two small print design jobs came in this week, rekindling the temptation to buy a new laptop immediately. Tomorrow, I’ll meet with an existing client about a new job, too. Easy come, easy go, easy come back again.

A retired executive I’ve known for the better part of a year, with whom I’ve had many conversations and email exchanges, wrote me a check today. It was made out to “Tim Branson.” Lest I ever mistake myself for somebody famous.