Wednesday 5-10
I awaken, as always, PROMPTLY at 10:30 am Cleveland time, which is unfortunately 7:30 am California time, read a lot of Tim Powers' novel about ghost addicts in Hollywood, "Expiration Date," which is uncannily like John Shirley's great addiction horror classic, "Wetbones," until Hal gets up, and he escorts me to used book stores where I pick up the Kim Stanley Robinson Red Mars, Green Mars, Blue Mars series, which Onan recommended, and which I'm now immersed in. For some reason, billboards and TV ads keep mentioning ghosts and Mars. It is NOT that I am merely NOTICING them.
Some other weird secret coincidence puzzling evidence