Class

I took my STAR OF INDIA piece to my writing class expecting at least one pat on the back. What I got was a “….make it all personal.” And, “You can write papers really well, but this would be a far more interesting piece if you write about your experiences with the STAR not just the history of the STAR.”

I dragged myself home and after lunch began to rewrite it. Blank brain syndrome drove me to a hot tub with one of my current books. What a great excuse to spend the afternoon doing nothing at all constructive. I could do that.

Dinner was, frankly, dried and overcooked homemade macaroni, cheese, and hot dogs. Really desiccated. Oy! After dinner and attention to G, who needed attention, I caught up with the new episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. He would have been far cuter if they had left him with a mustache. I know you really wanted to know that detail.

Now I am off to work in the fog. Planes are landing over me…….closely in fact. I’m still not calm about their nearly landing on my head since 9/11. I rarely thought about it before. I’m uncomfortable writing in OD on the work computer, so I shan’t. A camera right over my head records every single thing I do, and I’m not comfortable with it catching me catching up with you. I’m comfortable with it photographing anyone who breaks into my office, and that’s what it is there for.

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PS: All the trolley’s in the city are down, TV news informs us all. I can make it to work, but it’s going to be an intersting juggle. I’ll take the 35 to the 6 to the 20 to the 27. Life is not dull. I may even watch the news at work to find out what happened to the trolley system.