Closing Out The Night

 I have some to an ending without finishing anything.

There was a long email to KH about my writing.

And I knocked off a few more pieces for this blog.

I listened to Colm Tóibín: The Irish Literary Renaissance:

Dinner was a Jimmy Johns sandwich.

And there was Archaeologists Made a Real-Life ‘Indiana Jones’ Discovery at a True Wonder of the World.

Nowhere did I go this evening or afternoon. The rains kept the place cool. The sun is out and setting.

The feet throb. I do not want to go to work tomorrow. Everything is piling up. Yet, I do not feel overwhelmed or depressed, only annoyed.

Good night.

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