Starting Another Working Week

I think I ended Sunday with "Love Stinks" organized - I have the parts done in the order they need to go and I have identified what I still need to fill in. I can start back on typing up the wedding party.

 I never saw Gene Deer, only heard of him. Now he has died: Goodbye Gene Deer: Gone but not Forgotten. This feels like a loss all the same. What I knew of the Indy music scene is going away. As if I need another indicator of my own mortality and my lack of action.

Five of the best postcolonial novels from The Guardian. More of what I want to read. I take the view Indiana was subject to colonialism,, and I think it will help to read about more obvious colonialism. We pushed out the Native Americans, then we became exploited by outside economic forces, and then they moved on.

I read over two posts from Nathan Branswford's blog: How to balance writing for the market and writing for yourself and Don’t smush exposition into dialogue (page critique).

I go back to Open Door for a blood draw - no food until then. Then I need to go to FedEx to print my pleading on Dad's trust. The bus comes in 20 minutes. I want to get to McClure's before then to get a Coke Zero. If no food, then I really need caffeine.

DeSantis is out, Haley is a zombie, and Trump is breaking delusional. What a future we have before us.

I will try to be positive. Maybe Freddie King will help me do that, and you, too.

1 minute to go.

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