Full circle. Day started out cloudless and sunny, ended up with thunder showers.
Spent most of the day reading the Broadmoor book. Don't know what, exactly, Fitzgerald was getting at when he said the very rich are different than you and I. But Hemingway's retort (Yes, they have more money) only scratched the surface. What a bunch of self-congratulatory jerks S. Penrose and his buddies could be...
Wait. Not going there. Gonna try and not think about that tonight.
Gonna try and be happy just to have working coming in.