This morning, after not getting very much sleep and getting up about 6:30, I wrote 1,150 words on a piece titled "The Tameness of Wolves," another vignette. I'll say more about it tomorrow. I think that, right now, I'm not much in the mood for the journal. I spent much of the day on my back, too tired to be useful. But at least I got the writing done.
The Cough was better yesterday. Today, it was back with a vengeance.
I began reading Absalom, Absalom! today.
Spooky made a pot of chili and worked on a puppet she's making.
Tonight, we watched Andy Muschietti's adaptation of It again.
Counting today, I turn 55 in 9 days. It doesn't seem the least bit real, just profoundly depressing (and please do not regale me with tales of how you are So Much Older).
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. as I mentioned, we have a rent hike to contend with. Thank you.