I've spent the last few days working in dad's vineyard, and by this I mean WORKING. He tries to make full use of me while I'm there, so he stacks three different tasks simultaneously, until I am doing a gig meant for two IN THE RAIN. But I like the rain. It poured on me today, in full sunshine, surrounded by greenery and nimbus clouds. I love summer. I like winter, love spring, think autumn is the most beautiful, but I love summer the best. Come rain or shine or both.

Then I went to a concert and talked to theater people about a play. Worst way to ignore and idea if there ever was any. Now my head is all into re-rewriting Verisimilitude back into a play.Of course I am. I only needed a year to change it into prose.