November 22, 2023

Schlep from one “extra” rehearsal to another. Because “there are only so many weeks until” this or that performance, because “We can’t lose Thanksgiving week.” Maybe somebody should have planned better.

Vacuumed my office/studio for the first time ever. 

D sends me what appears to be a bag of vacuum lint. I phone and remember that I asked him to send me seeds from his ironweed. I got an entire flowerhead.

The anniversary of the first public chaos in my memory. Alas, not the last. On the 23rd a wreath-making event was scheduled at Emmanuel Church. We all still went, twisting nuts and pine cones onto frames with wire, but nobody knew what to say.