Received a rabidly anti-Ken Burns e-mail today from Derrick, railing against “Jazz.” I agree with him on many points. Am listening to Shelley Manne & Red Mitchell right now.

Writer’s Group last night was pretty good. Everyone’s comments on my piece gave me some juice, made me enthusiastic to work on it till the end. Genuinely interested in what I wrote. Afterwards, we were waiting on the corner of Balmoral/Clark for a bus. Cafe Boost is right there. They were closing up. A cute head-shaven pierced skinny white boy inside saw me waiting & smiled at me and kept watching me. I smiled back. I began to hypothesize out loud to Andy what the boy inside was thinking. Unfortunately, Andy had a sinus headache & generally he felt yucky. He seemed equal parts amused & annoyed. Rode the bus south; he went to sleep at his place, I went to sleep alone at my place.

Work went fast today. Rainy afternoon. Grace Jones on the CD player somehow turned everything outside into a Monet picture, or a Caillebotte (spelling?).

Hung out with Rob at his studio a bit. He painted. I read, watched him. He’s working on a lovely picture. Ate dinner at Royal Thai.

If only I could take a long hot bath, slip into my pyjamas & into sleep. But my apartment only has a shower.