Rainy, gloomy, cold - November in Indiana.
However, the heat seems to be failing in this building.
I was up early and finished revising “Lessons Learned On A Green Meadow”. The revisions were sent off this morning.
There is this play I wrote in prison with Christopher Marlowe. It has been an irritant to me for maybe a decade. The execution never gets the idea right. I spent some time today listening to podcasts/videos about Marlowe and Shakespeare. They will go into their own post.
Frankly, I cannot remember much of the afternoon. A nap around 2:30 only to have a call from CC about 45 minutes later. Then the apartment building dropped off the portable heaters.
I decided to go off to Walmart, but with CC calling back, the bus was missed. I caught the 4:30, and then I almost did not get back until around 6. Going to north Walmart is a PITA.
I talked to Paul S while I was out at Walmart. That takes care of all my social life.
The brain and my eyes want to take a break. Maybe I can finish Edna O'Brien?
Paul S decided to get me a camera instead of just giving me a recommendation. It has taken me over a week to figure out how to get the photos off the camera. Don't ask. I was never as smart as people thought.
This is the first photo I took:
Dawn coming over the convenience store at Reserve and University.
The following are from my trip to Ball State on 11/12/2025 for the print sale at the Journalism Building.
I got a rejection from The Yale Journal for“Agnes””.
Song for the day:
That will be my day.
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