August 8, 2025

Sat on the porch with my rose\ last night, saw a raccoon humping through the brush by the light of the cloudy moon, heard a screech owl warbling and crying in the pines. Needful things. 

Lunch with SS, during which the future and the agony of theater were discussed. 

BRH calls to inform me of J’s death, and to say how much he (J) loved me. The lights of Broadway will dim for J on September 8.

Made reservations for the Akron trip.