Slept 'til 10:00am. Got a shot (medical); my nurses take good care of me. Ran some errands for Carolyn.
Did some editing on a story that I began writing about ten yrs. ago. Having a problem making it come together like I want. It's about about belly button lint and the American Revolutionary War (I almost wrote American Revolution, but that came much later, in nineteen-sixties, I believe).
"He hoped and prayed that there wasn’t an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn’t an afterlife."- Douglas Adams
Friday, March 23, 2007
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