Tomorrow, my race to finish Don Quixote against my friend Zack begins. He started it on Wednesday so he is giving me a two-day handicap. I just bought the new Edith Grossman translation with a Don Bloom introduction, and I'm primed and ready to go. We figure it will take two to three weeks to read. However, I'm hoping to get this knocked out by July 15. I'm going to act dumb, like I'm not keeping up at all, and then spring it on him that I'm finished. He's already trashtalking so I'm going to get him back by being stealthy.
It's one of those books I've always wanted to read, a little bit because people have called me "quixotic" before, so that made me curious about the origin of that word. Bloom calls the book the quientessential novel, something that everyone should read and that all novelists pay homage to. Faulkner used to read it every single year. I hope I can do it without missing too much or losing focus.
Tomorrow I work 10-5 at the restaurant, and will be reading nearly the entire time. Unless we're busy, which I would prefer. I thought about making fliers so I might be able to have some tables, but I found out I was working too late. I'll probably get two tables and make $15. But it will be relaxing. And there's always the chance that we'll get a little lunch pop, or that two priests will leave me $96 on a $50 bill (this happened to Polish Girl two Wednesdays ago).
I'm going to do my long run in the morning, a first. We'll see how that goes. I think tomorrow is a four-mile jaunt; I've got to double check my schedule.
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