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Last night around 10:30, I picked up John Irving’s new novel, Until I Find You. I bought it while in Ptown, but have been avoiding opening it because I knew I wouldn’t want to put it down and didn’t want to get sand in it and wanted to make some progress on Backyard Leaves and actually get some sleep.

After 132 pages, I forced myself to put it down and go to bed. It was after 12:30.

Book critic I’m not, so I can’t describe it very well. Irving again manages to make the unusual and improbable a good believable read. Not to mention the detail on tattooing. The things I didn’t know.
I had my biweekly massage this evening and that loosened up the knot that remained at the base of my spine. Tomorrow should be much better.
A special thanks to Jon for sending the horrible Denver heat our way. Somewhere along the way it picked up New Orleans’ humidity. Sitting in my over-air-conditioned office, this usually wouldn’t bother me, but I forgot that I had a meeting uptown this afternoon that required a pressed shirt instead of the sloppy Gap polo shirt I threw on this morning. For lunch I walked home and ironed a shirt and ate a bowl of Cheerios. Then I got to walk back to work wearing the pressed shirt and an undershirt. Can’t have anything showing through the sweat-soaked shirt. Later I got to travel on the subway. Twice. Drip, drip, drip.
Back to Irving.

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