Friday, 19 March
Last of three days on watch with my Dad at St. Mary’s cardiac wing. I am relieved tonight by two brothers. All is well in the fatherland: the surgeon declares his recovery pace nothing less than outstanding.
Overall effect on me is also quite positive. Spent the last two weeks exploring my psyche with a boatload of dreams that I could easily recognize as comparisons of my life against my Dad’s, and while such reflection is typically good for the soul, I prefer to dream about book sales instead of family funerals.
So back to my ongoing effort to generate boldly unique analysis of current world events so as to help G.P. Putnam’s Sons sell me and my book to the national media. I am running out of time. Putnam’s PR heavies are prepping me for a whirlwind tour of DC’s mass media shops this coming week. How do I know they’re serious about showing me off? I’ve been ordered to rent a formal tuxedo—at their cost.
So two quick bits as I sit on my relatively smooth United flight from O’Hare to Providence, scheduled to arrive sometime after midnight. I know I’m tired after two all-nighters at my Dad’s side; I managed to leave my cell phone on the rental car shuttle at O’Hare. But here I go anyway thanks to several fabulous stories in today’s Wall Street Journal that make my work rather easy.
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