Monday Morning in the Rain in These titles mean nothing.

  • April 20, 2015, 3:23 a.m.
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I only have a few minutes. I had more time but the internet did not come up. So I went back to bed with a very dense Mary McCarthy biography.

It’s raining pretty hard. Noisy and windy. The weekend did not amount to much even if it had three days.

  • Two walks. Both included hills.

  • Two trips to town.

  • Two new library books on tape - one an account of JFK Jr.’s life by a close friend - the other a short bio of Thomas Jefferson.

Yesterday was John’s birthday and I didn’t call him. Bad mother.

Funny - three day weekends distance me more from work. Going back seems like more effort. Oh well. Such is life.

I want to say more. But I can’t think what. I guess I’ll pretend this is enough.

Good day, everyone. There will be more to say another time.


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