I’m trying to do housework, but since bending hurts to the point I’m crying and any other position ‘just hurts’ I’m having a rough go.
Laundry is on. I remember seeing a one act play in Toronto once called Laundry and Bourbon. As I recollect it was extremely funny. Bob Desrosiers was one of the actors in the accompanying one act play, Lone Star, which was also very funny.
The Anne Elk Theory of Everything:
All great things start as small things and end as small things.
Wrote a couple of hundred words yesterday. Edited a couple of sections, which you should never do before you’re done, but I ran some tests on the manuscript, and it’s coming back completely infested with semi-colons AND sentences which start with and, which is a breathless and gormless way to commence a sentence. Rather than a very stern editing, I gaily removed semi-colons for half the day. Should you be required to bury me under a single symbol, make it a semi-colon; it’s the thumbprint of a talkative son of a bitch.
