Still depressed over the passing of Davy Jones. He was far too young and still good-looking. And I might have been able to get out to see the tour this year. I don’t know . . . perhaps tomorrow will be better. Need cookies.
If we were in Ancient Rome, not only would I be carving Latin into a rock, it would be the first day of the new year. Can we start over now and have this be a new year?
Tax refund still being withheld by wicked ether that carries direct deposit wire transfers. Living on crumbs of cornbread and counting out the beans. Waiting to hit lottery numbers. V. boring.
Also, have declared moratorium on any more Kindle books. Too many are piling up. Currently re-reading _I Never Promised You a Rose Garden_, and it is still very affecting. I first found it in the school library in ninth grade and loved it then. How many people know the heavy metal/rock group that was named for the ever-falling character out of this book? Probably lots of you. Farewell, Anterrabae. (If I use that as the screen name of a character in my next book, it will not be plagiarism but a homage. A literary allusion. No, REALLY.)