“Go and tell that fox for me”*
Well, I spent most of the weekend coughing and blowing my nose. I had been fighting something off, but it hit me hard on Saturday and I succumbed. On Sunday I stayed in bed. So I didn’t get much of anything constructive done over the weekend.
I did read quite a bit of Humboldt’s Gift by Saul Bellow. I had not read much by Bellow since high school–remember Seize the Day? He sure can write, but like Philip Roth, he is
a bit of a real show-off. All right already, I get it. You’re smarter than everyone else. (I would put Donna Tartt in this category also.)
So chalk this up as a bit of a lost weekend. Boo. And a lost Monday it looks like.
*Luke 13:32: “And he said to them, “Go and tell that fox, ‘Behold, I cast out demons and perform cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I finish my course.'”
The picture is by Norman Rockwell