Slept almost all day, 7am-6pm. Phone started ringing (iphone: Westminster chimes) mid-afternoon. One a junk call, one Dottie. Dottie wanted to tell me about how she got shrimp at Wegman’s and cooked it differently. Glad I didn’t pick it up because then I’d have to tell her how I’d cooked the whole bag of frozen shrimp from Sunday, and made more cocktail sauce, and it was great.
Got up, out in XPETI boots, bought a MC pot pie and diet tonic water at drug store, 1/2 pt New Amsterdam v at Chinawoman’s. Ate, and then ate muesli later. Curious to see if I could raise a puff from the bowl. Unlocked box, found little bits, lit torch. No, not worth it. Slight headache now. Took aspirin. Arguing with people on Substack, Twitter. Making fun of C. Cohn’s funny brow-bossing and eyebrows.
To sleep again, early a.m. Thurs. I hope. Two days from now, early a.m. Sat, must go to PP. Working at Finish I think. Only a 5k, get there at 4:30. After this, nothing for 3-4 weeks (!), followed by the dreadful CP Half, which is where I came in early last year. I believe it is at that point, 5-6 weeks from now, that I will change gears. Either get some sort of raise/promotion or decide it’s all loathsome and I have some new job now that pays me and saves my bacon.
A little money in WF from Gusto on Fri.
Finishing up the 3rd vol, Audible, of Nigel Hamilton on FDR. Tedious. Don’t need Tehran or Yalta. I’ll find something better and new at NYPL. Today (tomorrow, Thurs), must drop off books at library. Nice walk down there in boots.
Hearings on Pete Hegseth on Tuesday, nothing since.
Another pic from Coliseum Books that I ran across yesterday:
