October 30, 2025

AS rehearsal last night, at which I did poorly. Bitter rain. A’s birthday gathering afterward at the Barrel House, which must be astonished to see the likes of us. 

As of yesterday a giant white calla was blooming on the west side of the house, a white iris re-blooming against the driveway. The roses hold.

DJ not needing surgery, beginning the long road back to his former condition. I write “long road” out of ignorance, acknowledging that there is mercy in the world and it could be a very short road. Dreamed last night of trying to visit him in the hospital but being crowded out by swarms of teenage girls, who were enthusiastic fans of his.  I gathered he had a life as a rock star of which I had known nothing.