So this is my story. I didn’t sleep well last night because I was worried about this morning’s interview on Big Cabbage Radio. I was afraid I’d oversleep. I also felt a bit stressed out about the fact that I was the one being interviewed, rather than vice versa.

This morning, it was still dark when the phone rang. I turned on the light, waking Pete. And I leapt out of bed and lifted up the receiver. (We still have a landline). It was Mike M. of Big Cabbage Radio, wondering if I was available to be interviewed. It was, I learned, well after 8 a.m.

I wrote down the phone number of Big Cabbage Radio and called him back. No matter that I had the phone number in several places; in fact, right next to my cell phone in the kitchen. I then began answering Mike’s questions in what turned out to be a five-minute interview. Mike, who has an amazing voice, asked good questions.

My answers were not quite as good because I wasn’t awake. After, in going back over the interview, I realized that if I had been awake, that I would have filled in the blanks a little better. During and after the interview, I felt embarrassed about what had happened. I know how radio works. Radio stations are on tight schedules, and every minute counts. Dead air is the worse.

I do not know what was said in the interval in which I was slowly waking up.

I now have to play good cop or bad cop. I have not yet decided which one. In my absence two hotel dwellers decided to ask a BLBP board member/volunteer to take her someplace on a personal errand.

This, I immediately decided, can’t be. The volunteer’s time is valuable. We are going to need her assistance tomorrow because more books are coming in. Gulp. It’s sort of like this: Woody Allen told a friend that his brother thought he was a chicken. His friend asked how come he didn’t have him committed. To which Woody replied, “Well, I need the eggs.”

Well, we need an assist. However, I’d take a dozen eggs if they were offered to me.

I do wonder if I’m being cold hearted (the weather could have something to do with this).

Yes, I am. Hoorah for woodstove heat.

Next: 342. 12/14/23: The Peripatetic Vision: Revisited