Thursday, November 17, 2016
November 17, 2016
A day of making mistakes.
One thing that is not a mistake is Black Mountain Press wanting to publish The Lexington Tract. Too many ifs and buts for me totally to rejoice, yet I rejoice the little bit I may. I rebound like Greenland shedding its glaciers.
D reminds me every now and then that back in the day I disapproved of her as a colleague. I honestly remember neither saying not thinking that, so I confronted her and she said, “You told me to stop whining.” I do in fact remember that. I never thought of that as disapproval, but as help.
Dear God, let it rain.