I'm out of data, 4 days before my end of cycle, 8 days in the hospital will do that to you.
This is fine, I've been scrolling too much to little avail. Virgin - when you were out of data, let you keep online, just at a breathtakingly slow pace. Public Mobile, I've discovered, ends your internet entirely. You can top up your plan at rates which exceed your monthly bill for a few tiny gigabytes, I've learned my lesson. SO - texting is out, as is scrolling and email must be gotten from the library; but this being offline, I'll live, it'll be fine.
I'm unpacking boxes of books, more discoveries: a small box of cufflinks, one pair worth keeping (an Arc De Triomphe, but from where? gilt under glass domes...), a couple of ugly sets, a few strays. A box of vintage silver butterfly-wing jewelry - 2 pairs of screw in earrings, a brooch depicting a palm tree in front of a tropical sunset, a pine tree against the northern lights, a heart shaped pendant and bracelet. a soldering iron, a pile of how-to art books, "Walter Foster", how to make art you couldn’t bear to look at, draw faces you’d never stop kicking, landscapes you’d only see in hell, domiciles that promise an escape from all thought and emotion, art entirely devoid of emotion or intelligence just rote formulas for arranging the scene; a few books of art history (none of which mention Walter Foster), Jansen’s Art History, and an entire box of books that somehow were beneath a leaking roof in the storage locker, something about books warped and destroyed that breaks my heart; I try pressing warped-spines beneath towers of other books in an effort to reshape them into a saleable form, others are fit only for the rubbish. This is a shame, "Trilby" deserved another reader, as did "Lucien" in volumes I-III, and many others made non-saleable by a rubbish storage unit with a leaky roof.
So, now at the library making use of the free internet; then off to try and liquidate a few of my more recent discoveries and get my teeth back into a couple of paintings...