I wanted to finish a book. Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine, to be exact. So, I sat in a chair and read the dang book. There wasn't much left. It's just hard to read when your eyes are closed because you feel bad. I didn't feel great when started but I was OK by the time I finished. It's a good read. I didn't think I was going to like it at first. Eleanor isn't likable. The more you learn about her the more you want to know. I've been reading slowly because I'm either sick or distracted.
Being at a loss for anything useful to say about current events is a problem for someone who is trying to write ... every day.
I had a memory of my Poppop coming to school to pick me up on the day JFK was shot. I can't imagine him picking me up at the school in Texas. He would have tried.
I remember how increasingly violent things felt at that time. Assassinations. Riots. A war on the nightly news. It did not feel like things feel today. Which may just be another sign of my age.
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So much of writing is about reading or having read, and giving what you've read a decent think.
YES!!!! I love you George!!!
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