Slept in, edited an old story, painted, and went off to a movie. Some of Philip Seymour Hoffman’s work. Film was a bit slow (not enough cerebral weight to carry lengthy scenes), but Hoffman was completely compelling.
Two rejections in the past two days for “Requiem for a Bantamweight,” a story I based on a news account of a dead boxer, and the opponent he cheats of a moral victory before being shipped off to the bone orchard.
Quiet night in the neighborhood. A nice break from this morning’s noise. Skies are clear, too. Weather people are calling for sunshine and hot weather again in the coming days. We’ll see. Truck is shipshape and ready for a long drive into Wyoming. If the weather holds, all should be fine.