August 25, 2014

Back to the choir loft. Back later in the day for Wiley’s reading. He read from his unpublished third book which, judged by the quality of the passage read, contains the best writing of all. Excellent attendance for such a thing. Leland said to me “You look radiant. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” I wish I knew what I was doing.

Hauled off to the Y, thinking that maybe shock would cure my aches and pains better than rest and coddling has been doing. Step aerobics, weights. Half an hour home from the gym, and it seems to be working.

I fear these glowering clouds do not promise rain.