who knows me
| Yesterday was nice. Today, too. It's been so bad this year that a nice day is worthy of comment. Barbara and I sat on a bench by English Bay for a long time, talking and not talking. Observing and opining on this and that. beat the devil came up. I mentioned writing a new item, the first in months. (I thought I'd quit.) "Everyone knows you better than I do." Barbara doesn't read any of this because she has no computer. "You know me better than anyone, I said. What do they know? I'm very selective, what I write about, obviously. Like one day I did something cool . . . then for a year I sat in a room miserable, lonely, and depressed . . . couldn't even get a date." "Put that in your blog", she said. Maybe I will. COMMENTS |