February 18, 2026

T led rehearsal last night, and it was memorably useful--without drama, without the struggle to enforce wilful interpretations, without mannerisms, without the constant interweaving of mockery and correction. 

My once fairly robust alcohol use has turned into the consumption of rivers of tea. I’ve searched for counterindications of that, but it seems to be all in all a beneficial choice. Sense little actual difference, except that I sleep longer. 

Nap dreams of receiving huge deliveries, by truck, of apples and cherries, to a place I had high in wooded mountains.