Private: Whole lotta nothing

The sky is gray again. It’s raining outside.

A friend of a friend is dying of bone cancer and isn’t responding well to the transition from fentanyl to methadone.

Other, less compelling complaints:

Although he came out against the war, I was deeply saddened by Elvis Costello’s appearance on David Letterman last night. I will only confuse you if I try to explain the reasons for my sadness.

I have two weeks longer than I thought before I have to turn in my next novel excerpt. You’d think this, at least, would make me happy, but I am concerned because the new due date is April 1, the day I am supposed to move into my new apartment.

Apologies for the venting.

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