Here's Why I Did Not Go to Work Today Thursday, October 23, 2003

Purple clouds over Brooklyn, U-Boats in Baltimore: reading up for Secret Thing #2. Secret Thing #1, meanwhile, is clomping the ground in the starting gate. Whoa there, big fella. Just wait for the gun to go off.

Today is cutting day. Two big, dangly stories, like salamis in a deli window, have to get trimmed down to size. Like all Thursday kids, I have far to go. (Mrs. WTJ, on the other hand, is "fair and wise, and good and gay." Go figure. But we're both choleric Capricorns, so it evens everything out.) To riff a minute, I was never really conscious of that rhyme ("Wednesday's child is full of woe/Thursday's child has far to go" etc.) until a couple years ago, when my mother mentioned I was born on a Thursday; then she remarked that she was a Thursday child also. For just a moment, it seemed like we were sharing something deeper than a name or blood or thirty-odd years of history.

I wrote at length about my dad at one point, and owe my mother the same. But maybe that's the difference between them: My father is happy where he is, and my mother has far to go. I may look like dad, we may share a handful of talents and a wheelbarrow of woes, but goddamn if where I want to be isn't a ways off.

Speaking of which: edit time. See you down the road.

@ 8:01:00 AM,

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