I cannot say what I did this afternoon. Well, I can, but it is not a great list of accomplishments.
There was a nap after I got through done with the blogging. Then there was a trip over to Target for my Zoloft refill. Some piddling with email also occurred. And dinner was cooked and eaten.
Mostly, I continued submitting "Road Tripping." I ran through my leads and put the story out to the following:
This project has come to an end - I can find no other place for submitting it.
I took a break with a deep dive into Crime Hub's Is 1973 actually crime film's greatest year?. Which includes a great piece on The Sting.
Then I dug into LitHub's 13 Adaptations Better Than the Books They’re Based On. The books I had read and their moves I had seen were very few, so I cannot say anything but I agree with The Maltese Falcon.
I got to listen to The Sonic Bloom.
And there is where I end things for the day at 10:05 pm. Work tomorrow. I decided to forego the manufacturing job and having heard nothing from Fairfield, I assume that job is not going to be.
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