September 7, 2013

Burnished evening. Phlebitis came on me in a flash. I think I caught it. I have to do something about that medication, but it seems to have pushed it off for now. Not much discomfort, not even that much sleepiness. Revised poems in the dark early, and, as I said I might, went in the gray early to the studio and had an excellent session. I was leaving as the tourists trickled in. Need to bring a camera. Quite excellent. Napped, and woke from the nap remembering at least three thing the forgetting of which had racked my brain. Britten on Spotify.