Just Another Sunday Night in Muncie

 12:57 pm, and back from McClure's with a bit of lunch in me.

Two long posts done, and a little reading.

Mysterious disappearances never fail to get my attention, like Inside The Bewildering Case Of The Yuba County Five And Their Unsolved Disappearance and then scientific stuff like This Mummified Ice Age Squirrel Was Found Frozen in Canada (looking for a way to keep humanity alive through climate change?)

Yeah, he may be old, but he speaks more cogently than Donald J. Trump ever did; he is a canny old man who might everyone underestimates (that's you Mr. Putin); and he has a sense of humor: Biden makes fun of his age at the White House Correspondents' dinner. I would like him younger, I would like the Democrats developing a solid bench for the future, but point out anyone who can pull off what Biden has done these past two years?

Ian Hunter has a new album.

I need to read a little more of William James.

1:06

An hour nap became two hours. The headache passed, but the sourness in my stomach remains.

I finished reading up on William James. William James's Pluralisms by Russell B. Goodman. Ideas keep cominglike a cattle prod. Revisions to "Road Tripping" are coming. I want to do them now, only to tell myself get done with one thing first.

It is looking wet and cold outside. Just another night in Muncie.

5:27

Eaten dinner, have not even touched the screenplay. I have been dogin though my notes and finishing out posts for May.

Looking at Erich Maria Remarque, The Cultural Critic , and unHerd (politics).

Still on an Ian Hunter kick:

The posts are done. The Blacklist is on. Dentist in the morning. Good night/

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