I will continue to show what I am and prove what these people are. My resolve has increased.
Began an essay yesterday on the first episode of Cheers and the nature of friendship. As I said, I will continue to show what I am, and among other things, that is someone who every single day of his life writes works that no one else can touch. There it is. A different kind of there it is. What can anyone say? No? Not possible. Not for real. The Cheers essay may be an eleventh-hour addition to the already completed You're Up, You're Down, You're Up: Essays on Art in Life and Life in Art. That is likely.
Right now I am doing an essay on Radiohead's "Creep," which I must finish quickly. I began a story yesterday and finished it today, called "The Honkers." It could make a nice addition to Longer on the Inside: Very Short Fictions of Infinitely Human Lives.
I'm waking up feeling like the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz. Can barely move. A lot of pain in my lower back on the left side, and that neck problem spread down into my right shoulder so that just turning--let alone turning over--is difficult. I have to get this under control by taking better care of myself and stretching more. I'm having a hard time moving for the first two hours of each day now lately. Then I loosen up. I didn't do any push-ups during the weekdays of last week, thinking that would put my neck/shoulder right. On Saturday I walked eleven miles and climbed the Bunker Hill Monument five times. Did a little better with the latter--took thirty minutes. Sunday I walked fourteen miles and climbed the Bunker Hill Monument twice. Did 100 push-ups both days.
Spiritualized concert tonight after the radio. Hopefully get some stairs in. Back to it.