Another Wednesday: Reading, Wondering and Writing

Wednesday is one of my ‘busy’ days.

Busy, by the standards of some retired guy living in central Minnesota.

Monday was a ‘busy’ day this week, too: thanks to an appointment at the eye clinic Monday morning. My task glasses’ frame needed fixing.

I needed an appointment to get in. They’re open, and dealing with pandemic realities by keeping the doors locked and having folks make appointments for routine and not-so-routine visits.

This afternoon, I plan to be at the Eucharistic Adoration chapel, for my weekly hour.

That makes today ‘busy,’ by my standards, since my weekly hour at the chapel bisects the afternoon.

Afternoons are when I usually get most of my writing done, and any interruption of routine can affect whether, how much, and how long I write. And whether what I write survives the next day’s review.

But I won’t get much of anything done if I keep writing this. So I’ll add my usual related-and-otherwise link list of other stuff I’ve written, and stop. For now.

BUT FIRST. I nearly forgot.

My current/today’s writing project is the second of a series of essays about Christopher Marlowe’s “The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus.”

Good grief, that’s a long title. No wonder most folks these days call it “Faustus.” Or, like me, possibly because I’m on the wordy side, “Dr. Faustus.”

My working title for the next ‘Faustus’ essay is “Dr. Faustus: World’s. Worst. Negotiator.”

Enough! Here’s that inevitable link list:

About Brian H. Gill

I'm a sixty-something married guy with six kids, four surviving, in a small central Minnesota town. I mostly write and make digital art. I'm only interested in three things: that which exists within the universe; that which exists beyond; and that which might exist.
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