It's a nice warm day, so I opened the back door to get some fresh air. Bad idea. It smells like there's a dead dog in the yard. Probably the rank bouquet of yet another vile popular flower.

I went to Goodwill to dig through the old books (even though I have enough books to last me for the rest of my miserable days) and found an Olympia Press edition of J.P. Donleavy's Ginger Man, printed in France in 1955. A real collector's item and I got it for a buck.

It was such a nice day out that I actually bought a new CD (White Stripes' Elephant), even though I still haven't bought a new CD player to replace the one that bought the farm before Christmas.