Friday, January 3, 2020

Dull day. Up in night exercising to Measure for Measure. Now roofers, blind man, and just now weekly cleaning crew

I'm doing floor exercises as needed in the middle of the night (2-3 am), abandoning WW2 documentaries for Shakespeare plays.

Roofers are here because we had to remove a small elegantly done bit of tile over a corner of my study. The salvaged tiles have been hiding for months behind a wall but are being repurposed for the old purpose. Men had to play on that area to remove and replace the windows looking toward the ROCK. Months and months.

The blind man is here installing curtain rods and I think curtains too. The Living Room is bestrewn but the roofers are outside and the blind man is inside.

The weekly cleaners have just arrived. A ladder blocks my office but they can do the foyer and bathroom. They can do the top floor and the kitchen. They will do what they can.

I am working on a treatise about the death of metatextualism in northern Arizona. Anything to keep intellectually engaged.




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