Too tired. But a before shot, anyway?
Robin, the palm reader – one of the few I trust – he’s from Albuquerque (NM) – was “reading” me before hand. How much was in my palm, how much was intuition, and how much was familiarity? Can’t say, but I figure some of it was just the usual work lament. Fortunately, he’s always been a reliable source of data about books. Plus, well, he did write the book about palmistry, but I’m not sure what part of the diatribe was just that, material that bubbles up before we get busy.
He was carrying on about alternative venues, and perhaps, alternative avenues. After doing the same thing, over and over, it does make us wonder. Is there really an alternative venue that is better suited to our skills?
He usually throws in a literary reference, and it’s nice when it’s a something that escapes me. Or, if I recognize the source, but haven’t read the novel.
The nice jewish man, a vendor, it always amazes me, he has a big line of crucifixes for sale, “You’ll find, the better the reader is, the more bipolar they are.”
On the way to the airport, I hope.
