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Claire Forlani I comtemplated making a table with two columns for today's entry. The left side would be what I wrote in the morning and the right side would be what I wrote in the evening. From one point of view they are two different days, because I did sleep between the two of them. Written after midnight and before nine in the morning. I knew that it was going to be a long night at work, when I started to count the hours I had left after being there for only an hour. The routine has become very familiar. Someone told me that things will pick up at the end of the year, but for now it is slow and there is very little that I can do about it. On a related note, I found out that I have Thanksgiving off, which will be the second holiday that I have had since I started working here. Lately my neck has been bothering me and I seem to be in a continual need of a neck massage. Its not a crippling pain, but its enough to be annoying. The pain is probably from a combination of sleeping too much and having a flat pillow with no support. Its easy enough to buy a new pillow or two, but the new bed might have to wait until I get back from California. Last night I felt like reading Big Two-Hearted River by Hemingway once more. It has always struck me as a healing ritual. Nick, the main character, does everything with a certain rhythm. There is a right way and a wrong way to do something. What works even better for me is that most of the story happens in northern Michigan, which is close enough to northern Wisconsin for me. I know exactly what he is describing. Snow or when it will start to fall has been on my mind lately. With all of the leaves gone, everything looks dreary and unkempt. A deceptive covering of white would make looking outside a little more tolerable. Now whenever I look out of my window, the phrase a land without a king keeps going through my mind. It's a withered and dead land that needs to be reborn. The green man needs to return. The god of fertility needs to plant his seed. Of course all of this pagan land imagery was taken over by Christianity and we have Christmas now where people are reborn through a different kind of individual. In the course of my wanderings yesterday, I made a domestic purchase. I am now the proud owner of a new skillet complete with glass cover. Some of the Teflon on my old one had been scratched off over the years. The lid is a new feature for me. In lieu of a lid in the past, I simply placed a sheet of aluminum foil over the skillet whenever a lid was required. It may have been a little messy, but it was cheap and it did the job. Later in the day. I felt so much better when I woke up this evening at five. The sun had set and I was ready for a new day. My neck even felt a little better. I logged on and read my email with has been augmented with my joining the Finnegans Wake mailing list once again. I shaved, showered and heated up some leftover pizza all in preparation for an evening of Dawson's Creek. For some reason, I find the show to be addicting. Besides its hard not to like a show where they use the Cowboy Junkies as background music. In the its a small world after all department, Tony from my old job just might be working second shift where I am now.
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