July 24, 2020

Misty day, probably between rains.

Zoom meeting of the All Souls Endowment Commission. Jack is a sublime explainer, but a certain rancor governed the meeting anyway. I believe that to be a reaction to the unnecessary secrecy of goings-on there. An impulse of indirection becomes, after a while, a reflexive failure of candor.

Working hard on the rock-and-roll book, a foundational tone for which I discovered two days ago. Sat by the river writing, while horn worms inched across the page.

Nephew David advises me on firepower (non-lethal) to bring against the groundhog. We decide on air-soft, with which David and Daniel used to shoot each other when they were teenagers. Carrying on a family tradition.