A year ago today I started writing a summary of my day, every night at bedtime. With the exception of some missed weeks due travel, I’ve kept at it, and filled one Baron Fig Confidant and half of another.
My entries vary between a few quick lines and several detailed pages, depending on the ups and downs of the day. I’ve been very consistent in my format: I write the date in red (with a Pilot Metropolitan) and I write my notes in black (with a Nemosine Singularity). I keep bottles of red and black ink on my bedside so that I’m never in a situation where I can’t refill my pens if need be.
As it happens, on October 27, 2018 I was one week into an annoying fall cold; I find myself in the same situation today.
This all places me squarely in the tradition of my father, who has been taking notes on his day since before I was born.