Managed to spend today visiting with family, reading Moby Dick, and watching Puck try to decipher the comings and goings of phantom gophers and rabbits. Guess I did make a run into Rapid City to take the boys to a great hobby shop and a nice little used book store. Got three of the remaining four books I needed for Coach’s summer reading project: Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, and a solid verse translation of Homer’s The Odyssey.

Still searching for an affordable copy of McCarthy’s Blood Meridian – even used, it’s pricey. Maybe I should bag it and read Whitman’s Leaves of Grass, since it’s already on the bookshelf.

Only thing that could’ve made me feel better about the day? About a dozen pages of new fiction, written and saved. Ah, well – can’t have everything …