It's sunny in Arizona--again! Makes you want to smile. It's been cloudy two days the whole time that Jess and I have lived here. I think that is a good thing. I am wearing moisturizer with SPF 15, so I am feeling good about preventing sun damage.
My knee is swollen, y'all! I guess that is what happens when it gets smashed really, really hard. The wound is healing, though. It is annoying to have my hands take so long to heal, because it is well nigh impossible to keep band-aids on one's palms.
This weekend I must read Foucault, try to locate my lost Matrix dvd from Hollywood Video, and try to assuage Jess's fears about her job that she likes except for her boss who is scum.
In terms of career plans, I am thinking about writing trashy novels. I am considering a new genre, one which I don't think exists: senior lit. That is, novels and sentimental poetry for the aged. I think older women need something to make their hearts flutter. We're still waiting for the Great American Novel, yes, but I think the Great Senior American novel also stands to be created. Love stories at 80-90 years old? What could be more apropos?
Nonetheless, my novel plans for the Novel of Hate and the novel I want to write for Jess, which will include a rowdy, hard-to-tie down man and a small town girl (read: marriage and babies) are still in the working stages.