Jin shin for two hours on Thursday -- came home wasted, and fell asleep. Awoke at about 2:45 or so, horribly hot. This morning Frank called to see if I was alive. Better than yesterday, but holy cow. Did a minute amount of laundry, cleaned furiously (which is difficult), emailed back and forth with my landlord, who responds to my queries with non-answers related to, but not answering, the original question. Threw away exhibit A: paper napkin from the funeral home where I spent my last birthday after my father died, and Exhibit B: dessicated citrus fruit that was originally given to me by my mother. Getting prepared to chuck Exhibit C: willow that insisted on growing from a branch in a sorry-your-mother-died bouquet. The other week it got hot and I was busy -- so the things that had been so healthy became less so, and that includes the willow. I'm of two minds about the ant legs and the red, still, poinsettia. The ant legs are perfectly heathy and fine. The poinsettia lost some red leaves which is all to the good -- but perhaps I just don't want either of them now.
Didn't go to "Goodbye, Lenin" -- however neither did the Loopers as they went swimming instead.
Read a very nice Alice Monro piece in the NYer that mentions Don Giovanni -- the character liked a tenor in a particular recording. Phhht -- tenors. Humpf. Anyway -- see -- it's not just me.
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