Hot

I’m trying to get the energy required to write a long detailed entry about an incident in 2000 involving French fries and a pop star/librarian. I thought today would be the day. But my storytelling reserves have been adulterated with menial work tasks and the hottest day of the year.

The Tut exhibit was nice – not as crass as I feared, more voluminous than I expected. The mask and coffin were missing. I guess Egypt needs the tourists. But there was plenty of interest to see. Let’s hope LACMA uses its profits to build a new infrastructure.

The new apartment is ever slowly taking shape. The Misfortune book continues to be gripping. My writer’s block of ice seems to be melting. But that could just be the heat.