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March 29, 2016


March 29, 2016

I was sick this morning.  Stomach.  More than the usual number of aches, pains.  I had wanted to walk downtown today.  Worse luck!  I did get Gunther around the block at 6 and he pooped, but I forgot my flashlight, so I had to rely partly on luck when I picked it up.  Well, the familiar warmth was there, but I’m not sure I got it all.  Much later it started raining, and I pretty much stayed home, although by two this afternoon I felt better.  I walked Gunther a couple more times.

Printed out a contract for a fence company and sent them $1000 for a 3-foot fence.  Soon Gunther will frolic outdoors without worry of dog catcher.

Best of all today the mail carrier brought me a British edition of Sue Townsend’s “The Lost Diaries of Adrian Mole 1999-2001.”  Ah bliss!  I began reading again the words that revive my muse, my fickle muse.  I notice that the British sometimes put quotation marks inside commas and periods.  I wonder at the elaborate set of rules they must follow.  Also, sometimes a quote within a quote has a single quote outside, a double within.  The British are no doubt fond of elaborate sets of r.

Tomorrow I have a 7:30 a.m. appointment with my psychiatrist.

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