High point of the week so: the exterminator showed up yesterday. Nice kid, about 30, who chatted with me for a while. Traps were put under the kitchen sink. He said rats were rare.
There was thrashing about an hour after he left, and he came back. No dead rat. There were more thrashings. I was supposed to go to the post office but did not. I gave it up around 6 and decided to sleep and get up early. The neighbors made thumping noises. I was up around nine. There was a noise under the sink. Maybe it is dead. I am not looking.
Not a sentence added to any writing of mine. I neglected this blog even.
Nowhere but the convenience for cola and smokes.
Work is wearing me out. Especially missing the bus to get home.
And not much of an appetite all week.
Strange times.
Trump is proving himself a coward; Harris keeps looking competent.
"No Ordinary Word" got another rejection:
Thank you for submitting your work to Jet Fuel Review, Lewis University’s online literary journal. Your work was not selected for our current issue. We apologize that we do not have better news, as we know that reading rejection letters is never an enjoyable experience having been the recipients of them ourselves.
Regardless of our decision, we are honored by your interest in our literary journal. Thank you again.
Sincerely,
The Jet Fuel Review Editors
I have taken to watching movies on YouTube:
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