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It’s a little chilly out here in this country house.

I was home in NY for one day and felt really good. Better than I’ve felt in a while. I don’t know if it was the acupuncture from a few days earlier or the result of a long walk and a lot of completed chores and a bevy of purchases. (Why is it that buying “stuff” feels like such an accomplishment? Maybe more on that later.) Or maybe it was the fact that I had a good time seeing my friend Tyler.

Anyhow, I bought two pairs of sneakers at Century 21. I’m not sure if either pair fits me well. They had a plastic tag, which apparently means that I cannot walk around the store with them on. One pair was white denim (denim? really? -Ed.). I liked the way they looked. The other was a pair of New Balance sneakers that I mean to use for jogging or tennis. Because I do so much of those things…
I’m supposed to jog on this tour; Marci said so. I believe her.
Every morning I am to jog a few miles. Maybe it begins tomorrow. But then there’s this:
When I was leaving for the airport I feared my bag was overweight; one pair of shoes had to be sacrificed. Yeah. And so now I have only my white denim (again, denim? -Ed.) shoes that aren’t so white anymore. Isn’t life hard?


I’m reading Philip Roth’s The Human Stain. It’s putting me in a poor mood. It’s macho and sexist, which seems to be precisely what Roth is shooting for. I feel he’s just as cynical and whiny as I am trying NOT to be. But then I’m not trying very hard. And he’s a very successful author. And I can’t tell how hard he’s trying. He’s definitely works harder than I. As do most of his characters. But then, who doesn’t? Bums, maybe? (I feel like they put in some pretty good shifts. -Ed.)

The night before on the car ride back from Cambridge to London, I had my leg raised in the car. Eventually I developed a horrible leg cramp; the most extreme pain; muscles freaking out. I couldn’t find any position that would help. Dave held a banana for me eat. Finally I got the car to stop so I could walk around. If it’s not one thing it’s another.



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