evidence: My first official day of sabbatical was April Fools day. I awoke, whenever I did, no alarm (!), and started what would be 90 days of slow mornings, rambling afternoons, and gracious evenings doing whatever I wanted. I took a last look at my desk, and read a sticky note with a quote on it: "It’s never too late to be what you might have been", from Mary Ann Evans (a.k.a., George Eliot). [...] I might have been a writer [...] I might have been myself