Finished with Jimmy Schuyler. I guess I wouldn't want all the sad stuff printed, but that's life. Still, I'd rather read the poems. Now I go directly into I Write To Find Out What I'm Thinking. I already read The Year of Magical Thinking, but it's been a minute so I'll try it again. My library stack is daunting but what a pleasurable daunt. I'll break for dinner and the Cubs and Brewers.