No inspiration again this week; to be honest, I’m not feeling very inspired at this point in time. For example, last night I couldn’t fall asleep and then when I finally did, I slept badly; and I miss Six; and I’m just generally feeling a little anxious and out of sorts right now. None of those things are inspiring. Mostly they’re overwhelming and stupid.
But! I am about two-thirds of the way through the new Pat Conroy novel, which is a huge trainwreck of immense proportions but also enjoyable in its own trainwrecky Pat Conroy-ish way, so today, have Charleston. This was taken in April 2008, the last time I was in the city. We’ll be back for the weekend after Thanksgiving this year, and I can’t wait.