Seriously. There is a pebble in my hand. Not a pebble I am holding in my palm,  it is embedded there. It’s a reminder. I’m not sure if I like it or not.  It’s Monday. The week is going to be a good one. My girl is with me and I’m being productive. I’m starting to wonder about the way I spend my time. I refer you to Jonathan Lethem’s piece,

The dreaming jaw, the salivating ear

from the latest Harpers Magazine. You can’t see the whole text unless you subscribe online , but check it out if you can get your hands on a copy of the magazine.  It is fairly indecipherable to me, but I would have to read and dissect it with a little more effort than the first reading, I suppose. I kind of get it and I kind of don’t. Lethem is one of my favorite authors but WTF????  I want to have dinner with him.