Early arrival

To the office at noon! I'm in a particularly difficult part of the novel draft, requiring considerable uninterrupted brooding time, and it's easier done here than home. So here I am.

Hobbling from the bus stop, I was stopped in my tracks by a severe pain in my side. Came and went in thirty seconds. Very strange. Reminded me of a Deemer trait: falling over dead. Dad did, mom did, an aunt did, an uncle did. Now you see them, now you don't. No preface. Bam! So I wonder if this is my family fate, about which I wrote a poem for my book. Dropping Dead.

Very busy day in class. I'm ready.