- Novel stuff was going well until my daughter shook herself out of her artistic haze and started plotting social events again

- I am feeling an irrational conflict between wanting to be so reclusive I never talk to a soul again and wanting to shout, loudly in my most obnoxious voice, HEY! YOU! OVER HERE! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! YOU OWE ME BECAUSE I’VE BEEN LOOKING AT YOU!”

- It’s supposed to rain tomorrow, and, yes, we were planning to join the city’s Fourth of July festivities down at the river park.

- I confess that I’m one of those weird people who sets aside my loathing of crowds and knowledge of how terrible fireworks are for the environment to ooh and ahh when they burst into color after I’ve been wandering, hot, through the masses.

- It might be cool enough tomorrow for me to get away with wearing jeans instead of dashing out today to buy a new pair shorts (my ass spreads relentlessly as I approach 51).

- I think we’re going to have an overnight guest tomorrow. As long as the girls let me sleep at least five hours, I suppose I’m OK with that.

- Do you ever feel that you might have done something to annoy someone or piss off someone to the point where they just don’t want to talk to you any more, but you’ve been so reclusive you can’t even think what that might possibly have been and then you realize that maybe it’s the “being reclusive” business that pisses people off, but you can’t imagine that they would really even care all that much when you disappear, but, really, you want them to care because you care when they disappear, and you realize that thinking this way is a massive waste of energy and you think you’re hungry for some grapes, so you decide that you’ve spent enough time on this list and just….

…quit?

(reminder: this is not a blog; it’s a journal.)