Good morning, all! I hate this heat. Even with th AC, which had my apartment cold enough to hang meat last weekend, it istoo damned hot. I slept badly, with many bizarre dreams I no longer recall.
I did get an encouraging email from the Man from Philadelphoa last night that I can begin tossing dross and assembling the McGlinn things fro the Library of Congress. My firsy step is to get everything unpacked and into some order, however vague, it may seem at the moment. Thisgives mearesontoget back in there and toting cartons. I sure eed sherpas, slaves, free labor of some sort to help me get that space into workable shape soon.
I will run to the bank, get some money, call a car service to cart me and severalshopping bags of bos to 27th Strreet, and get to work. And that's my day.
BK, keep that assistant working! I want my new FOLLIES.
'm also sending successful vibes and xylophones for tackling the post office. The manager of my branch is tottering on the brink of idiocy.