June 13, 2015

Yeats’s birthday. Drove to Waynesville to audition for The Weir. The air was pearl. Got a tour of the new theater.  Shopped at the Farmers’ Market.

A half dozen calls informing me that my studio flooded in yesterday’s cloudburst. Nothing to be done. . . except after a dozen terrible floods, you’d think they’d have found something to do about it. Too discouraged even to go and look.

Day sometimes blazing, sometimes dim. Finished The Handsomest Man in the World.