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Can’t say I came to this day expecting much, so it turned out better than I thought. At least in terms of writing. Had a productive morning, then went off to PT.
Wrote a little more when I got home, then drove over to Rocky Top to get rid of the leaves and clippings we’ve been collecting. Not much more to the day than that. Maybe tomorrow.
Meet with my buddy, G, for coffee this morning. Nice visit, as always.
Spent the rest of the day writing, the rest of the afternoon meeting with the doc and his nurse.
Looking forward to a quiet tomorrow.
Up later than usual, but not too much later.
Went to work on new (ish) draft this morning and had pretty good luck with the revisions. Or thought so, anyway. We’ll see if tomorrow has any say.
Temps crept up into the seventies this afternoon with a nice breeze and blue skies. Took a walk around the neighborhood late afternoon, and treated myself to a short nap while the carpenter came over to work on the shelves in the butler’s pantry. All in all, a nice easy day.
Been reading N. Mailer’s The Spooky Art at the gym, James The Golden Bowl when I hit the sack, but make the mistake of opening Blood Meridian and getting hooked on that again. Guess it’s just going to be an annual with me.
Meeting my buddy G for coffee tomorrow morning. Doc appointment in the afternoon. Been a busy week already, and still have PT with Brian on Friday.
Hope to get some writing done in the meantime.
Weather’s shaping up. When the new fishing license arrives, I’ll be ready.
Up early to write, then off for an equally early session at the gym with my buddy S.
Picked up a new flower pot at Costco, went for a walk around the hood, and got in a short nap before heading back to the keyboard.
Some people would call a day like that an embarrassment of riches. I guess I couldn’t argue.
Not much to report.
Good day writing, good day at the gym.
Sun’s shining, all else has fallen into place.
An easy Sunday.
Wrote most of the morning, went to the gym, came home to write a little more then went for a long cool walk through the neighorhood.
Didn’t accomplish as much as I’d have liked, but figure to tomorrow.
Looking ahead to a quiet evening.
Wrote early, went to the movies.
Quiet, cold, wet day.
Cold, quiet day. Overcast. Snow flurries yesterday. Not sure what the weekend’s weather is supposed to bring, but it looks like Spring has cooled its heels.
JS came over today and got some of the bugs worked out of the software. Happy for that. Submittable is still fouled up, but that’s the least of my worries.
Had a nice mid-afternoon phone call from my buddy S, back in Wisconsin. Been kicking around some old Norman Mailer stories.
Looking for a quiet night tonight. Potato leek soup. A movie, maybe?
Eager to get back to the keyboard tomorrow.
Okay day.
Software problems, but still managed to get in some writing and research.
Hit the gym early, ran some errands.
Temps dropped into the low thirties. Lots of cloud cover.
Looking forward to the weekend
Finished the second of the McCarthy books, Stella Maris, today. Interesting read. Had the feeling before I’d even finished The Passenger, the works were a dying man’s last attempt to understand his own mortality. There’s more to it than that. Together they were a great reach into the working of the human mind, but neither had the heart or soul of his earlier works. This isn’t to say I didn’t enjoy them, immensely, on many levels, but I’m not certain I’d need to read them again. We’ll see.
Microsoft word is giving me great troubles, so the writing was held to a minimum today. JS says he’ll drop by on Friday to try and get things back on track, but until then I’m hamstrung.
Had a good workout at the gym today, and I nice stroll through the neighborhood later this afternoon. Everything’s coming to life! Clouds moved in later this afternoon keeping things cool, but I’m hoping for rain this evening, if that isn’t being too greedy.
Letter to write tomorrow. Need to apply for my new fishing license, too. Repair the back patio after the plumber fiasco.
Anybody else having fits with Microsoft Word? Jesus. If it ain’t one thing, it’s another.
On happier note, Spring keeps coming….trees are stretching their leaves…flowers are punching through the ground, and the skies are blue.
Good workout to day with my bud, Sol. Needed a nap after, but didn’t tank. All good till the next time.
Not bad for a Monday.
Wrote early, and later, got in a good workout at the gym.
Sunny, but cool owing to a steady breeze.
Sent Mom’s chest off to my sister. A bittersweet parting.
Finished a reader draft of “Cold Reckoning” today.
Spent the rest of the afternoon tidying up the yard. Roses pruned, lawn fertilized, dead plants pulled and debris piled in the pickup for a trip to Rocky Top. Thought I’d get around to repairing the patio, too, but my laziness outstripped my ambition.
No gym today. No nap either.
All is bliss.
Saturday.
Spent most of it at the keyboard, though did get a short reprieve late morning to spend time at the gym.
Pretty day, but warm. Too warm for just having come out of a cold spell.
Finished McCarthy’s The Passenger today, and started Stella Maris this afternoon. Enjoyed the former, looking forward to being able to say the same about the latter.
Yard work tomorrow. Hope to make a dent in things, but also hope to see a movie tomorrow afternoon if possible. Guess we’ll see.
Better day. Didn’t get a whole lot of writing in, but did get to catch up my sis and get in a decent workout at the gym.
Pretty afternoon, if a bit cool, with blue skies and lot of sun. Got me in the mood for yardwork this weekend. Have to replace the patio stones that were dug up for the plumbers, rake and prune and maybe fertilize the lawn before the sprinkler system boys come out.
Close to the end of the McCarthy book. Eighty pages, I think. Enjoying it quite a bit.
Looking for an early rise tomorrow.
Still slacking with my entries. Haven’t meant be neglectful, but the world keeps creeping in and, of late, it’s taken a cudgel to beat it back.
Young Jack turned 10 yesterday. Highlight of the week, I think. Lawn dude came with his aerating machine and punched holes in the grass. That was pretty good too.
Been on a deep dive into Cormac McCarthy’s The Passenger, after a waiting a year to start it, and have found it to be a pleasant surprise. A nice respite, too, after the Mailer biography.
Sent off “Undone” a few days ago, and hoping it finds a good home. Close with “Cold Reckoning” too. If all goes well with the last revisions I should have it in the mail by next week. “On the Rocks” as well.
Not a whole lot else to crow about.
Learned my short story “Woke!” was picked up buy the Rock Salt Journal.
Nice to have some good news.
Boys coming the day after tomorrow. That’s more good news.
Feels a little less green this year.
Big snow.
A foot or more in the past two days.
Grateful for having something to do—even if it’s only shoveling.
Hard, hard day.
I know it’ll get better, but that’s an awfully low bar.
