foiled again

 Tried to fly to London yesterday but didn't get out of Gainesville. The pilot of the plane for the leg out of Atlanta was stuck in Denver. Does Delta only have one pilot in Atlanta?

Came back from the airport and played the guitar for a couple of minutes and watched TV, whoop de do. Well, for dinner I made angelhair pasta and improvised a sauce out of some shiitake mushrooms a friend harvested. Very good. Sauteed with garlic and onion in olive oil and a little butter, add some chicken stock and white wine.

Think I’ll look around for something interesting to read, something besides the mediocre novel I’m dissecting for graphic-novelization. A good mystery.

An actual book, because I won’t have the iPad. Have to take the MacBook because it has all my current correspondence on it, and it would be silly to haul both around.

(Which makes me feel so uncool . . . waiting in line interminably yesterday, all the hip young people were reading iPads or Zorks or whatever. While I leafed through a yellowing 1960 paperback. Their parents weren’t born in 1960. Jesus, I fell asleep and woke up in a science fiction universe.)

Joe