So, I’m reading Michael Palin’s Diaries, 1969-1979, The Python Years. It’s an enjoyable read. I like how he maintains a diary. I’m sure things were edited before publication, things were tidied up, etc.

For me it’s not a book you read from start to finish, just jump in here and there. I jump from 1974 and read that. Then it’s 1979 or 1969. The stories about making Monty Python and the Holy Grail are informative and the struggles to get the Life of Brian off the ground are even more so. I’m sure my method of reading the book is not what they had in mind, but they have their way and I have mine.

I’m not too sure if Michael Palin wrote every day since it does skip some days of the week occasionally. I try to write every day but dropped the ball twice this week. It’s been an odd week, in any event. Plus there is an index to Michael Palin’s Diaries should I need to look up something that was mentioned earlier, at another time.

So far the only person that I know that is reading this is Bill and I don’t think it’s on a regular basis.

This is the part where YOU, the ever so sophisticated reader steps up and says, “I read this blog which is beneath my delicate sophistication!”

You don’t need to write about how this here blog is beneath you. I already took care of that for you. Feel free to come up with something on your own! I won’t judge.

Bill is on his way home from Lambertville, just across the Delaware River from New Hope, PA where an old reader of the previous incarnation, Harpy, lived at some point in his illustrious life. I last spoke to Harpy for about a minute a few months ago.

I think it was around his birthday. Harpy and I used to speak often but not so much anymore. The last call had Harpy as even more cantankerous as before, railing about the narcissism of the social medias.

He was a willing participant at some time but now shows up like a groundhog on February 2. And who doesn’t love groundhogs? Or at least, the Bill Murray movie, Groundhog Day, everyone loves that one.

Now this is where HARPY, the cantankerous reader of yore, steps up and says “I hated Groundhog Day!”

Oh, the world would be so much better if everyone did what I wanted them to do.

Now I type, Keri Russell is The Diplomat on Netflix. It’s the first episode and it seems pretty good. At least from what I hear since my eyes are mainly on the keyboard in front of me with the TV more like a radio.

Bill is on his way home after a delayed train and is now back in Hoboken. He’s on the bus. Those who know will get that reference.

And by those who know, I mean YOU, my dearest literate friends.

I hope to see you tomorrow.