Abbreviated turn at the keyboard this morning. But a productive one. Inching closer and closer to the end of another story. Turned off the juice around 9:30 and cleaned the yard of the renovation vestiges—old doors, wood scraps, drop cloths and the like. Felt great to see the property shaping up.
Drove out to the dump later. Stupid, maybe, but I love the dump. I think something happened to me after reading Don DeLillo’s Underworld. But then, how could it not have? Something’s happened to me after reading every Don DeLillo novel.
Hope to pick up black dirt and re-seed the yard before the weekend. Buy a bolt of burlap, button everything down with wooden stakes, and wait for the new shoots to appear.