The interview was a week ago and it was an interesting one, but now I cannot put it off any longer – I must transcribe, not just for the words but for a reminder of the inflection with which they were spoken and punctuated with chuckles or groans. So I started . . . just barely. I can see that the tape has only gone around the spool a tiny, tiny bit, but you couldn’t measure the depth without precise scientific instruments. Ack, I dread this.

But must keep on. Hope to be done by noon. Well, here’s a groan – aughhhhhhhhhh. Actually, what came out was beyond groan – it was more of a fall down in the fetal position and uttering a grinding bellow of a non-verbalized expression of “this can’t be; I can’t do this; oh, my God, oh my God; I hate to do this.”

Okay, back to it for just a few minutes. (few minutes) Okay, I’m up to about 1/16th inch on the receiving spool. Such a long way to go, but now I have to feed the dog.

I got the urge to put American Gangster in the DVD player and I watched it while transcribing (some) and then had to get ready to go to an appointment. Anyway, I’m not done with the irritating t work, but I’m going to buy AG.

I didn’t know how much I would enjoy Michael Clayton, or if I would or not – but I liked it. Yes, I did. It just shows you can be smart, potentially well-off and still get yourself mired in gunky forlorn despair. Will I watch it again? Yes, I will. Oh, gee, I did the ask yourself a question and then answer it thingie instead of just stating it outright.

I could feel impeding skids and slide-arounds this morning, even coming out of the driveway, and I think today is one of those mornings when a two-hour-BigD would have been appropriate. It just looks like a skiff of snow out there, but the tires don’t want to take a quick bite while starting up again from a stop light, nor do they grip real fast when approaching a red light.

There is a semi wreck on the interstate and and a car wreck at a busy intersection. Maybe dawn and salt trucks will help.