For the morning, read From Saturday Afternoon to Sunday Morning - Groceries and Rushville.
I worked on "Road Tripping" in a fitful way, putting the final touches on the day's work only minutes ago.
"True Love Ways Gone Astray" was submitted to The Journal.
CC called. Her lungs have relapsed. She refuses my offer to see her to a doctor. Woman is more obstinate than anyone else I know.
An hour nap turned into two hours.
I worked on some of my pretrial detention posts.
I had problems with the internet radio. That left me listening to The Mothers of Invention and Mott the Hoople since 5 pm.
Dinner came around after 8 pm. I watched Masterpiece Theater's Mystery. I have gotten quite taken with "Miss Scarlett and the Duke." I watched a little bit of "The Last of Us." It looks good, but there was work to do.
I rescheduled a run of blog posts.
My email inbox has too much in it. Tomorrow, maybe. I wish the story was coming faster. However, I am where I can incorporate back at Fort Dix.
Time to quit. Tomorrow, I go out to the counselor and do laundry and see the attorney about dad's trust. I made only one other venture out off my porch - to the office for a resupply of ice.
So, I leave you now with The Mothers of Invention. They seem still to be on point here:
Would that we could all become Frank Zappa, but then he was one of a kind.
sch 11:29 pm
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