January 27, 2014

A limb of the neighbors’ oak fell on my truck, an event that one could see coming but not do anything about. No damage that I could see.

Had my first libation in 51, sweet sherry I’d bought for the event, drunk out of the tea set my mother had when she was a girl. I figured sixty years without its being used was not an exaggeration. I want all forgotten things to come back into the light.

Godawful rehearsal last night. I was in a mood so close to physical violence I was glad it was overcome, at last, by lethargy.

Something made me happy just before waking.