January 3, 2018

Nighthawks nearing completion. I try to anticipate what Q will say. He quizzed me in the car once, clearly easing toward the question of whether I am gay. I never thought it was a question or a secret. I assumed student gossip covers all details, real or supposed, of professorial lives. I’m glad, though, that nothing is quite obvious, that there is a veil of mystery, however unnecessary, covering a few details.

Went to the Racquet Club today and had a better workout than yesterday, as well as the reward of living sculptures, one with unkempt blond hair and a mien of lordly seriousness.

Joined the ASPCA, smitten by their miserable TV ads.