October 22, 2018

Woke with an almost absurd sensation of well being, partially, but by no means fully, eroded by the day. Taught Yeats. Got the first haircut I’ve liked in maybe five years. Ate lamb chops, which I seldom think to do. Went to the Mall and bought a shirt. . . novelty after novelty. . . .The shirt guy looked at me and said ”Did you mean to. . . uh. .  get slim fit?” Indeed I did not.  All the clerks were bitching about what a slow day it was.  Circe gives up on the litterbox. And so it goes.