A warmer Wednesday. No fog today. An entirely new crew (save one) at Tully's. Seems to happen every time I am away for a while.

Just finished some edits to Boy Brothel. Next back to my Steve Abbott piece and the possible New Narrative project.

Later today I will have my quarterly bleeding. A delightful bit of barbering required by all that lovely inbreeding over the centuries that made me the delightful impoverished aristocrat I am. If I were a visual artist I would find some way to install the remnant blood somewhere. Maybe I will ask Donal to photograph it for me sometime. I think it would look well with his other work.

And of work there is forever drama and trauma in the bad business of making a living but also some new intrigue. If only I could not take it as seriously as I do and must.

Back to stealing a few more minutes of morning...