Back to Dishwashing

 Again, I am starting late on this post. I came home last night with enough of a headache that I pushed off the writing today. Now, I have about 20 minutes before the bus arrives.

Wednesday

What all did I do? I spent the morning and part of the afternoon trying to get words down for "Road Tripping." Either there was not enough time or I did not have enough words.

I got the 2:45 bus downtown and then the #3 at 3:15. This got me close enough to walk and be early.

More training. I had to explain to the manager why a lawyer wanted to wash dishes. When I started explaining people were happier when leaving a restaurant than a law office, he understood. I think I will like this job. More importantly, my body will like this job.

I got off at 8 and walked back to the room, with a pit stop at McClure's. On the way back, I texted CC. I tried dealing with the email and gave up. The aforementioned headache.

Thursday

Up at 5, compresses on my left arm. I did some reading of email and related material. See below for that.

 CC texted me last night. I sent her a reply. She texted again. I called her.

I started on "Road Tripping." Today went a little better. I was rather tired yesterday morning, napped, and that was omitted today. I finished up at a little after 1 pm, with a break for a McClure's trip. I sent a copy off to KH. I need a break. This is a lot of hard work. It is over 21,000 words.

 CC called again about my schedule. Things I when I pulled it up online, nothing was there.

And now I leave you. BTW, it was a George Thorogood day.

Morning Reading

Escaped Zoo Owl Is Successfully Hunting In New York's Central Park 

Larry The Cable Guy Defends Joke About GOP Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene

‘Daily Show’ Guest Sarah Silverman Burns Anti-Woke Right-Wingers With Blunt Talk 

Ellen Barkin Worked On A Number Of Toxic Sets. Then Came 'Poker Face.' ( Yes, I think she is sexy, but damn she is more than that. Or maybe it is the intelligence and fearlessness that makes her sexy. In Siesta, she upstaged Jodie Foster; in Sea of Love, if she did not upstage Al Pacino, then she sure held her own; her Smurf was just plain scary.)

Kavita should have been home 6 minutes and 30 seconds ago by Anita Goveas is a brilliant piece of flash fiction.

Bob Dylan Declines to Explain Himself  b y Gene Seymour.

 Though Dylan promises philosophy, he never really sets out an accounting of his worldview—and he doesn’t have to. Has anybody else come up with a line that evokes the specter of late–twentieth-century inertia as neatly and frighteningly as, “We sit here stranded, though we’re all doing our best to deny it”? I’d put up any song or lyric from 1965’s Bringing It All Back Home against, or alongside, a given Nobelist’s literary work from the same period for the way its recorded texts jar their listeners toward wide-eyed radiance. There are in “Subterranean Homesick Blues,” “Gates of Eden,” or “It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)” rapid-fire mosaics of the prophetic, the apocalyptic, and the aphoristic; sometimes, all three at once, as in the deathless assertion “that he not busy being born is busy dying.”

A Humanlike “Living Fossil” Could Still Be Alive in Indonesia, This Anthropologist Says (Ah, the world remains a strange, wondrous place.)

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