Have lost all track of days. Thanksgiving threw me off. Is it the weekend? Is there a deadline? Is there pressure? A rush? A stress ball headed my way? Can’t remember. Sunshine coming in over my desk so strong I can see my shadow typing in unison with me on the rug.
Finished the new novel by Ernest J. Gaines, A Gathering of Old Men. It’s a good book. There are some political things I didn’t like, such as, how come the white girl is the catalyst to make the old black men come together, etc., but I figure the author has the right to decide what he wants to do and it could have happened that way. Just cuz I don’t like that he wrote about it that way doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be there. And in the end, they, the old black men with guns, put the girl out, sent her back to her own people, and kicked ass.