May 17th, 2019


Howard Hughes and the Day That Really Could Have Been Better

Another hottish day, with storms near sunset.

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.


11:04 p.m.