Dry November: Day 30
November 30, 2019
Final evening, having finished the re-read of the novel, which was painful in places, in good and bad ways. There is a staggering amount of work left to do. And maybe it will all fruitless in the end, but that doesn’t matter much, can’t matter much in final analysis. What is a year, in the grand scheme of our little life? The method, the action, the lived experience, is what matters. And what did Dylan say?
What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.
Thanks to those who have allowed me to do what I wanted and needed to do this year, and tolerated me while I did it.