So.

Smaller number of things to do, more minutes/hours/days/weeks in a row to do the things I do do. Hesitantly keeping myself from being interrupted, but getting much out of it. Listening to Kurt Weill and Lou Reed and also dug out some old mix tapes my dear friend made for me years ago. On Friday I saw a man with tools around his waist and one screw between his lips. I’m enrapt.