Sunday with my breakfast. Its cool enough outside now. I may go for a short walk after my coffee. I am reading Suttree by Cormac McCarthy. His language is just as poetic in the first twenty pages or so that I have read as in his Border Trilogy. Maybe a little too much. As if he has always had that gift, but in 1979 when Suttree was written, he has not yet figured out how to pare back. Not that its bad, just some ass hole writing an observation.

Obsessively listening to new Deerhunter. I really wish I still played music when I listen to this band. Makes me think about what I have done and all I have not. That is ok.

May run today.