On debt sex and money, we feature interviews with you, our community of listeners,

getting honest about uncomfortable things.

I developed an illness where it isn't safe for me to drive.

A friend once said to me, sex is like air. You don't think

about it until you're not getting enough. This is a similar sort of thing if you just

replace sex with driving.

Listen to death sex and money wherever you get podcasts. Welcome to Naval Gazing. Season 1, episode 3. I'm John Dickerson.

We're two episodes in and I'm grateful for all of the feedback from those of you out there in the

naval gazing core. We will rummage in the mailbag at the end of this episode,

but for now let's follow what the notebook has to tell us for this period of time that we've got under the microscope.

Notebook 75, page 5, September 5, 2021.

I go to the morning alone.

This is a note about our dog George.

After he died, I noted the posthumous nudges that would hit me during the day just as I took note of the

changes I felt after our son left for college, fielding little scraps of observation

in an attempt to tie down the day when it started flapping.

I wrote, I go to the morning alone because George was my companion in the dark

before anyone else in our apartment stirred or before the elevator jerked awake for the first time in the day.

I love the day before the world is alert, before the bustle and importance.

The email inbox is still.

I don't have to reply to anything so I don't interrupt myself to see if there's anything

I need to reply to.

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