I am more convinced that I need to get out of here more often.
Yesterday afternoon, I was tired after class but I did not nap. Neither did I go grocery shopping. Instead, I stopped at Pit Master BlueBird & Sons BBQ. Finally satisfied the pulled pork urge I have been having this past week. I ate it at home before starting on Chapter Three of “A Rock and Roll Fanstasy”. It was a great sandwich, pork smoked to perfection.
I spent the rest of the evening doing that with an interruption for Vespers. I passed on the prostrations for the grocery shopping.
I talked to CC. Maybe a road trip next week.
The work on the novel was started on Wednesday and continued on Thursday. I am cutting so much from what I wrote in 2010. It is better for it, but it is also shortening the work.
I got a shock yesterday at the class. The instructor who keeps repeating that he has played guitar for 20 years, so I assume he is a musician, did not recognize the name Doctor John. Oh well.
Liturgy in 43 minutes. I need to get ready for that and for going to Indianapolis.
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