Bloomsday

We turned off the TV earlier this evening, came upstairs, and paid off credit cards. Then we tuned in the Bloomsday stream from Symphony Space. I thought it was going be the usual marathon reading of Ulysses from the opening "Stately plump Buck Mulligan" to the final "Yes." But no--they jumped around, and it was a little annoying, especially with the host's naming of the Broadway actors. They were somewhere in the Ithaca chapter, which I do not like, and, while I had a copy of the book and wanted to follow along, I could not. But after a while we put down the book, just listened, got a little more into it. We enjoyed the small bit about Bloom's morning breakfast ritual and his cat. "They understand our language better than we understand theirs." At 10:15, I went downstairs, fed the cats, scooped the poop, took out the garbage, and when I came back upstairs she was asleep. Heart.