July 5, 2013

4th of July Picnic at Jack’s, who manfully used the outdoor grill through the intermittent downpour. Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was me, but a mild melancholy seemed to overhang the festivities. K and I had the longest chat of our lives, about Spinoza and university politics. I’d forgotten about the picnic, and spent some of my holiday saddened by the fact that I was going to spend another solitary feast day.

 A mighty weeding will be necessary after all this rain. Awake! Awake! Deborah getting some play. It will be a Mountain Xpress “Best Bet” (with Trinity’s picture) and I do an interview this morning with Laurel of Asheville. I wish the play were better than it is, but the play, finally, is not the point.

 Doing research for the third Lincoln play.

Bought weights, so I never need quite to be sitting idle in my chair.