I’m at the library with Susie, typing in great haste because the place closes in less than half an hour, and I want to have this posted and in the blog before then. (I have to make a trip to buy milk and Diet Coke once Susie is in bed, so I probably won’t get any more computer time tonight.)
I went back to work today, and the place was quite short on people. I transcribed a doctor’s tape, put together my dockets, and charged Thursday’s docket. I had a sudden onset of depression, enough that I didn’t know if I could hold it together the rest of the day, so I took 2.5 hours of FMLA (Family and Medical Leave Act) time and went home. My mood improved after just getting some time to myself, although I was too wiped out emotionally to read or concentrate on TV. (Steph and Susie went to the movies at Westland Mall. They’re $ .50 on Tuesday, so they went to see Flicka.) Steph and Susie got home around 4-4:30, and it felt so much better to have them around.
I am making (too) slow progress in Against the Day. I was looking for Pynchon’s name on The Onion‘s Website, and there was this news item. I confess I’ve been guilty of this myself!
Man Reading Pynchon On Bus Takes Pains To Make Cover Visible
PHILADELPHIA–According to riders on the eastbound C bus, John Bolen, 23, made a conscious effort Monday to make the cover of Thomas Pynchon’s The Crying Of Lot 49 visible to all on board. “Instead of resting the book on his lap or on the seat in front of him, he was holding it up in this really awkward, uncomfortable-looking way,” rider Caryn Little said. “Then, every so often, he’d glance around to see if anyone was noticing what he was reading.” Bolen vehemently denied the Pynchon-flaunting charges, insisting that “the light was bad” on the bus.
If the shoe fits, I suppose.