In movies, one sees scenes that we are conditioned to know represent time passing, and the skipping-over of time-consuming ordinary life. Unfortunately for you, you’re here with me, and someone’s put an anchor out on *this* day.
Just so you know, I accidentally accomplished a lot at work today, and most of it will wreck my co-workers’ next week. Isn’t that fun? Sure. I should put my feet up and read Miss Manners.
Paulie’s been home all week, and sick with a virus. I’ve microwaved enough chicken soup to feed all of Brighton Beach, and folded almost enough laundry to cure me of my clean clothing obsession. Almost.
Haven’t heard from Johnny in about two weeks. That’s too long. He could be floating face down in the Charles River, for all I know.