February 14, 2023

All my many Valentine’s cards must be arriving tomorrow. 

Finished A God in the Waters. 

Met two very old men at Well Bread in Biltmore. A recalled the time when I spoke at length to him on the phone about the opportunities and trials of aged gays moving to Asheville from Connecticut. I don’t remember that at all. But it was a convivial meeting. They intend to move to Givens Estates when space comes open. I realized as I made my way to the café that I had forgotten my wallet, so I pretended I had a “procedure” tomorrow that required me only to drink water. Every fifteen years or so I forget my wallet. This is the first time it became the basis of fiction.