This past Saturday, Becca boarded a plane and flew down to Texas to visit relatives and the beach. That evening, Chris and I played some Rock Band and SFIV, and generally had a good time.
Sunday, I got up, fed the cats, got showered and drove down to Columbus. While there, I ate at Betty’s, watched some of the Indy 500, bought a couple books (including the Watchmen, which, to my shame, I have never previously read), and, breaking a long-standing prohibition, got a tattoo.
It is on my right shoulder, and will take no time at all for some readers to decipher it completely, but then, it isn’t meant to be some great mystery.
In other news, the book that dfw was working on when he died has been picked up by a british publisher. I have mixed feelings about posthumous works in general, but the excerpt I read was as good as any dfw I’ve read, so I am desperately trying to reserve judgment.
It is somewhat rainy here this morning, and as previously noted, I love the rain.
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