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People below a certain age may not get that post title. I am not having a good day. My apartment still smells, although I finally heard from the landlord’s office about it. I have no heat or hot water, AND water is leaking from the ceiling in the front, and my desk now has a few water spots. I’ve come down with a cold on concert week, the week we’ve been working towards for months. I’m going to be sick for the dress rehearsal with the orchestra on Thursday, this is my favorite part, and then for the performances on Friday and Saturday. I just want to take a hot bath, but I can’t.
Whine, whine, whine. I know. This is a Charles Addams drawing. Don’t you just love Charles Addams? I wish he was alive and we were friends. Charles Addams understood days like today.
One possibly really good thing though. I found a child who was at the center of a poltergeist story I may end my book with. I don’t know how much he will be willing to talk to me, but he didn’t hang up on me and asked me to call him after work. He could have been blowing me off, but maybe not.
That illustration is wonderful. Well, in a cold, lonely, left behind sort of way. Sorry to hear you are feeling so yuk.
I love the cold, lonely, left-behind poignancy of it. Exactly. And thank you for the cold-sympathy!