Bertha Butt Has Been On My Mind

 I can't stay healthy two days in a row to have any energy.

Last night, I managed to add a little to the overhaul of "The Dead and The Dying". I also watched a few more episodes of Bosch Legacy. I read Michael Connelly while in prison. He is a sneaky writer. His prose is competent, even if it has a lean towards journalistic pedantry, but it is enough to give his characters air to breathe and room to move around. Once started, it is hard to stop reading. Do not be hard on such writing, I find Sinclair Lewis has the same effect and the same stolid style. I doubt Connelly will win the Nobel, but then have we not forgotten Lewis was our first novelist to receive that honor?

Work was rough this morning. Last night's Hormel tamales did not sit well. I finally stopped being nauseous and tired by 10 AM.

After work, I grabbed some items at Payless and came home. That was around 2:30. It took me another hour and all the energy I had left me to make one phone call. Then I napped until around 6.

A little snack instead of an honest dinner. Dinner rolls buttered up and crispy from the toaster oven.

Then over to here. A crash intervened. Some things read from the email follow. I really have been trying to avoid the political news. The iceberg has met RMS Titanic; nothing to do but see if the lifeboat arrives before taking a swim in the icy waters.

Biden’s gloves can finally come off to help Trump end the Ukraine war - okay, but Biden has always said peace was up to the Ukrainians.

I have been listening to some music that I have not heard in years. I have completely lost track of Maria McKee - for all I remember liking Lone Justice (for all that band was around) - and Rickie Lee Jones. Phoebe Snow had a beautiful voice. Elvis Costello has been popping up, too.

I completely forgot this song:

I am not feeling depressed - which considering how far behind I am getting on my projects is a surprise. Maybe I do have that problem licked, certainly under control, thanks to having the writing, allowing less stress in my life, and having opened my mind to Orthodox Christian writers. Even listening to these old songs, has not made me feel despondent for the old days. I feel that I am living on borrowed time, and it should not be wasted. In the old days, I thought time was short and meant to see as much as I could of life. Having seen it, I feel like I need to make some good of my experiences. That seems to be enough to keep my head on straight.

It is now 8:03 PM. Onto other things.

Damn, she was good. The odd thing is, love is not on my mind any longer. Having never loved well or wisely, I think it will not be coming now; certainly no reason to be looking for it.

Oh, about Bertha - another blast from the past:

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