[The present tense slips away.] I'm trying to think back to what I did three days ago, make that two days ago. I keep thinking, didn't I have an early morning commitment on Tuesday? Or did I just spend most of my time at home typing up journal entries? But anyway, back to Sunday. In the afternon, JoAnna does doors and I input calendar squares. JoAnna fixes pork chops and fried potatoes for supper. I try to get into Private Eyes, Jonathan Kellerman's latest novel, but he's such a horrible writer. I have to force myself to continue. This guy is the king of sentence fragments, a topnotch candidate for a course in remedial composition.
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