April 11, 2018

Grasping the middle of the week like a shipwrecked man with his fingers around a floating board.

Picked up my taxes. Turned out to owe the State of New York a little for what they supposed was a profit on The Great Comet. Got an estimate for the washing of windows.

Hemoglobin crisis continuing: is it getting worse? Can hardly walk from the front door to the car. Could hardly sing last Thursday.