September 29, 2026

Slept nine hours last night. May be accounted for by having worked out at the Y and done PT with Nathaniel, who is expecting a boy baby. I do feel better for having begun again to use my body, though I’m not sure the balance issues are subsiding. Nathaniel thinks so. Typing “Nathaniel” helps me understand that the names I pick for my stories have something to do with typing the least I can.

Phone interview with a reporter at Mountain Xpress about the time Ruth Bader Ginsbear invaded my kitchen.