Monday, December 11, 2017


December 10, 2017

More snow in the night, at times so thick it looked like mist. Most of it gone now, the beginning of another night.

Why does it never occur to choral conductors that the answer to the question, “Why are you dragging?” is sometimes, “because you’re going too fast”?

Huge progress on the space play. Baked a batch of cookies for my creative writers. Dodged the carpet salesmen who have dogged me from Istanbul.

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