Friday, June 4, 2010
6:30 AM, and a little groggy. I ate too much, stayed up a little too late, and I can see that I would feel better if sometime I had taken a little walk. Plus my right knee hurts and is stiff for no discernible reason. (Papa’s knee?) But — onward!
Good morning. Although you don’t always listen when it’s a matter of your own best interests (exercise, for instance, and eating) you do listen pretty consistently to prompts that are aimed at this work. You finished Reynolds’ The Final Years, you proceeded to his Paris Years. All of this gives you a sense of Hemingway in a certain time of your life close to what he’s saying, so as to help you make connections.