the mercury girl

A noon entry; auspicious. I have a molten heap of days to squander--teaching is done for the quar-year--and I'm out of ideas that lead to action.

Read a Russian? In summer, that can feel like wearing two sweaters. Look for jokes on Twitter? It's tryouts for "Bob's Burgers." Hang with my best and only friend? He's a boy (fine, man) about to launch an app, so, no.

ADDENDUM: walked to the bookstore, left cradling brassed-off Brits (Larkin/Murdoch/McEwan), felt the creamy clouds part and throw down a ladder

fell on 2021-06-09 at 12:00 p.m.

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