I must be getting better because I’m antsy: not enough energy to do what I should be doing, but well enough to know what I should be doing and feeling pressured by it. It’s an ideal time to putter - and discard.

I have several file folders stuffed with bloglines: notes, clippings, tear sheets, editorials, my own scribbled notes,. It’s time to be ruthless. but not without dumping some stray bits and pieces on you, to play with as you will. I suppose eventually that will lead to a culling of my books, if not outright disposal. That doesn’t bear thinking about right now, but…soon, maybe. i came across a warning, an aphorism picked up from the NB column in the TLS:

“The book chucked out in May is the book you are searching for in June.”

I am bogging (blogging?) down in these odds and ends. I’m relieved to tell you that some of them are run-of-the-mill ends, and going straight (well,not quite straight; I’m reading them for one last time) - to the waste paper basket. I pause over Cyril Connolly, once over-rated, now under-. I shudder at a page of instructions on how to speed clean your computer, but i haven’t thrown it out. Speaking of computers, I’m about to be cut off