September 19th, 2016

Mars from Earth

"I am the son and heir of nothing in particular."

Detox day three. I thought the worst was over yesterday. I was mistaken. But I got a little sleep. I awoke to twilight, to overcast skies, to spitting rain. It's 70˚F here in Providence. The humidity is 90%.

I need a shower.

Yesterday, we had to sort through more boxes for the John Hay Library, as Kathryn is meeting with Christopher today at 4 p.m., to deliver the final lot of papers. And then I tried to focus and work at getting some editing done on the vintage 2007 text I mentioned yesterday. I cut some stuff out. I nipped and tucked. I spent an hour or so trying to find a title. I don't think I have.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thank you.

I really have manage to write today. I can't afford to lose momentum. Right now, momentum is the most precious commodity.

Aunt Beast