johnson city is over. i'm undone with many things: grading; looking for a new job. these are things that will pass. the 'book-i'm-working-on,' i believe it takes shape. i believe the 'book-i'm-working-on' may be close to being a book. the book is summer, which i abandoned over the winter to write winter stories, and now these past few weeks summer pushed me back into the 'book-i'm-working-on.' the characters may be unfleshed and sunk into themselves; there may be too much thinking; there may need to be more things to see: that dead tree, those twin girls, a broken tooth, a broken arm.
i can't work on any of this right now though. right now i have to steam-vac a carpet that had dog diarrhea on it. the dog, he is sick. he is very close to explosive. he will be making a visit to the vet today. i am hoping the vet forgets to ask us to pay for this.
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