August 13, 2013

Absolutely silent summer dawn. The Apothecary boys and I looked at a new space down on Depot Street, in the Pink Dog complex. Except for aesthetically, it is better in every way for us than the needlessly problematic YMI. The boys look for unexpected things in a space, but it is always good to listen to. It would be well for them to develop among them a culture of bathing, but in my long years among youth, I realize that young males go through stage. Maybe there just isn’t time.

I continue to mend. Except for a little quiver of weariness, I’m back to where I was.

Stupendous effort at revision of plays in these last days of freedom.