June 28, 2023

Early at the Y. Trainers taught lanky high school boys how to weight train. It was sweet. My chest felt wonderful, having done nothing but typing and gardening for a month or so. Sat then by the river, meaning to write, but not, instead watching a great egret preen and stalk and spread his wings on the far side of the water.

J wants me to write a libretto for a one-act opera based on Schnitzler’s The Green Cockatoo. 

JH has died.