Dullsville, That's Me

Work went well. One of the other people gave me a ride to the bus top. I went over and got a pulled pork sandwich from the restaurant that supplanted The Barking Cow.

I got back here about 2:30. An hlitour later, I took a nap. Just feeling achy. I got back up at 5, still feeling achy.

T2 sent an email, telling me to call her. I did. She told me my life was in the toilet. It does not feel that way to me. Of course, if I had had my way back in 2009, I would not be here. That no longer feels like a good choice, so I think life must be pretty good.

Dinner was a can of Hormel chili. I am liking the stuff.

From before my nap. 

My doctor: Internists Associated Adopts New Name, Announces Building Expansion 

Readings from Crime Reads: Hot Pursuit: The Brief Rise of 1970s Hixploitation Cinema (no mention of Gator or White Lightning); Dying Onstage: Performance, Theater, and Deception in Classic Murder Mysteries; and Honoring a Fictional Lineage of Women Detectives.

After talking to T2:

Goat farming in Indiana.

Reading from LitHub: Errol Flynn and Harvey Weinstein: Writing About Past Hollywood Abuses in the Midst of #MeToo and New England Noir: A Brief, Idiosyncratic History of a Literary Region.

From The Guardian: California faces backlash as it weighs historic reparations for Black residents (I plan on  a separate post, explaining why I now agree with this idea.)

It is 8:28. The sun is going down. No bike riding. Too many crashes of Firefox. Time is getting lost. I am going to walk down to Dollar General - it is not the bike, but it is exercise.

When I get back, I will start on the pretrial detention journal. I really need to start moving paper, again.

KH let me know that I have put 27,000 words into "Love Stinks." He thinks I have about 90 pages. Which means I have about closed the hole of missing pages. He did not give me an opinion of what he has read. From his tone of voice, he still does not like it.

Later.

8:38

Back around 9:17.

I have been cutting back on subscriptions, and here is one that I wash I could do: The Point Magazine; Why Beauty Matters. 

I really need to change my getting to home routine. This might let me be more peppy.

Going to start a draft post.

Have a good night, whoever reads this.

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