Back to the Warehouse

 Mondays feel a little off kilter. Three days of not being out of here working leave me feeling a bit unbalanced. That is how it feels at 4:56 AM on a wet, cold Tuesday morning. I did leave in the afternoon to deposit my paycheck from By Hand and Fork - except I forgot the check. About all that was interesting about that trip was hearing a neighbor woman repeat about finding a friend of hers dead and that she was on her way to get the dead woman's cat - she looked older than me, pudgy, asexual in appearance, a small piercing in her nose, and had the ability to keep repeating herself like the addled will do. Maybe I am not in a place to meet a better class of people. Maybe this is the typical Muncie resident. Could be I should not complain about being so much with myself.

 I forgot to mention listening to the Indiana US Senate debate - Senate debate: Young hammers on inflation as McDermott bets on abortion turnout - I thought all three were rather bland - the current Senator is no Dick Lugar, and the Democrat is not Kaw-liga come to life like Evan Bayh.

I finished reading William Faulkner’s “War Wound”: Reflections on Writing and Doing, Knowing and Remembering, which left me with a different perspective on Faulkner.

I gave up on MailChimp and MailerLite, I could not get their coding to work. That cost me time and energy and probably put me a bit on edge as I went downtown.

Laundry was done. Dinner was eaten. During dinner, I got a new door. Thing is I cannot lock the door. I slept with a chain and that was no problem. I did wake to find the partial bottle of RC Cola I left on the front porch was gone. First time anything was stolen here. I was tempted to go into work late, not wanting to leave the laptop here alone. Since I start a new position at the warehouse, the laptop goes with me.

I finished off what I had stored for the blog and started on the pretrial detention journal. Joe Jackson, Little Feat, and Eric Burdon kept me company last night.

I spoke with my cousin and K yesterday. Still no calls from niece or sister.

I called it a day around 9 pm and was asleep around 10. Ah, the life of a desperado!

Strange feelings from revisiting 2010 - how much has changed and how little. I would like to say that wisdom has been gained, but mostly it feels like a living in a cloud of perpetual foolishness.

The plan for the week: get the journal typed, shop "Problem Solving", wait on the reaction to "Exemplary Employee", and find my typist.

I sent off "Problem Solving" to The Capra Review this morning.

In another hour, I need to be ready for my workday.

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