This is one of those days that feels like being stuck in a revolving door that doesn’t want to revolve.
My 10:45 doctor’s appointment this morning wasn’t over until noon, we’ve only just got back. (Got there early, too! More fool us.) And now I’ve got the hospital at 3:00. No hope of grocery-shopping today.
The sun is out! But it’s not hot. I’ve got to get some fresh air time. I should be wrapping up the climax of Ozias, Prince Enthroned, but so far that is not happening.
The doctor wants to know if I’m depressed. [Uncontrolled hysterical laughter]
Look, let me have a cigar in peace and see what else I can try to write today. Tomorrow should be better.