All Rubbish

This week demonstrated a more severe paucity of reading than I can recall, which may allude to the issues itself, my memory felt shot and I never established an appropriate tempo. My last posting was rife with glaring typos and I felt like muttering fuck it. I did miss that Cormac won the Pulitzer and now Peter Ackroyd is planning a seven volume history of England. I bought a half dozen books this week (at a low impact chain) and I am looking forward to an unexpected holiday in Ohio.