I'm a little tired at the moment. Perhaps I did a little too much, but I got so much accomplished. I have a feeling I'm going to have to lie down before I teach. I was planning on going for a walk after I was done typing this post, but I'm not too sure that's going to happen now. First, a nap. Then, maybe, a walk.
I'm not used to taking it easy. I'm usually busy from the moment the alarm goes off until my head hits the pillow fifteen or sixteen hours later. I like keeping busy. Obviously. I may take advantage of this down time and work on some new poems or my memoir or my 900-page study of the short stories of Flannery O'Connor. Some slight diversion.
Well, it is Magic 8-Ball Monday. I need to ask a question on this warm, humid morning. Here goes:
Will I get to take the whole week off work?
And the answer from the Good Book of Salinger is:
While I was changing my shirt, I damn near gave my kid sister Phoebe a buzz, though. I certainly felt like talking to her on the phone, Somebody with sense and all...
Perhaps I need to listen to somebody with common sense. My sister, who's a nurse, told me last night, "You just had major abdominal surgery. Maybe you should take it easy for a while."
Saint Marty may have to follow that advice, even if he goes out of his head with boredom.
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