I wanted to sleep since I woke up this morning.
Work finished early. I managed to be at the sheriff's a little after one for signing the paper showing I am still here. This let me catch the bus back downtown. I rode the mall bus back, my usual having already left and I being in a hurry to get home.
I got back here to find the maintenance guy working on the light that is directly above my work area. That cramped my style last night, a little. My arrival here was around 1:45. I made a pitstop at McClure's.
The lamb was more than done, and a little disappointing.
I called the doctor I was told to call. She is not taking patients at this time. I called Anthem. Someone finally had the sense to ask me if I wanted a list of doctors in my network. It is in my email inbox right now. Let's all say this: single-payer, please.
Since I finished off "Road Tripping" I have decided not to start anything new. This leaves me a bit at loose ends. Being tired also influences me to procrastinate.
I got home from work early yesterday. It was around 2:30. I went shopping at the McGalliard Payless. When I got home, I finished off the pork and squash stew. Then I spent somewhere around 6 hours working on the last 9 pages of "Road Tripping" - which includes a trip to McClure's, a few distractions, and several browser crashes. for the moment, I think I did good with this one. I need call KH and see what he thinks.
I have been thinking about the PO's visit. Before leaving, he asked me if the car outside was mine. He knows my income. I told him it was not. If he thought to catch me in some misbehavior, it was a clumsy attempt. He continues having a bellicose attitude. This amuses me. There is nothing in which I think he should find me resistant - it is just his standard operating procedure. He wants to make sure that I know who has the power and authority.
Except he has neither power nor authority. I decided long before I came home how I would live my life. Nothing he has done is calculated towards helping my goals. he never asked what were my goals. They seem unimportant to him. His concern is to make sure I obey the supervised release order.
Only nothing in that order impinges on my life. I will not commit any new crimes. My PO has sex very much on his mind while I do not. The supervised release order is irrelevant to my life. In no way does the order aid me in atoning for the damage I did to others. I want a quiet life, one that will let me pay the debts I owe for the damage I did over a decade ago. The order, the PO, could disappear, and nothing would change in how I will live my life. I do nto say this to him, I fear for his ego if he understands he is not the reason for me treading the straight and narrow. However, it would be far less tiresome than to have him acting as if I were about to start lurking in the bushes waiting to waylay some pretty young thing.
Oh, well. I did take a look at
last night. I have an interest in pre-Code movies. Which I need to make the topic of a post.
Monday was more of the same. I think - I am too tired to remember! I ate, I wrote and that was the night.
The PO keeps wondering if I have started any new relationships. I am not sure what he would do if I had. Sometimes, I get this vague desire to find out. Thing is with all my typing and writing, I do not have the time for a woman in my life. I would object to the interference. Secondly, I do not have the money to spend on dating. Between the time spent writing and the lack of funds, I am not sure why he thinks dating is a possibility. I am sure someone has given him a list of questions, wound up his spring, and he cannot help but asking pointless questions. I assume he is not asking these questions out of a personal, prurient need. He should listen to:
Some reading this afternoon:
- “Every Variety of Madness and Malevolence”: Geoffrey O’Brien on American Crime Fiction in the 1960s (which led to)
- The Goodbye Look: The “most unusual story” that brought Ross Macdonald mainstream success (which led to)
- Gatsby as noir: The genesis of Ross Macdonald’s Black Money
I submitted "Theresa Pressley Attends Mike Devlin's Viewing" to American Literary Review.
And this is where I leave you this Wednesday evening. I am going off to write a post for tomorrow, and then to do some reading.
And then to sleep.
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