I have an ambition to walk to Katz's, get a cobb, eat half, walk back, and eat the second half for dinner. It didn't happen today, but I think it's going to happen tomorrow. Today, instead, I read a book and listened to music. That's not as much slacking as it sounds like. Tomorrow Jenniffer's birthday will interfere a small bit, but it will be good to see her. Possibly I will also run some more lines with Dan over the phone He called this evening panicking about the newly scheduled Chorale concert that conflicts with Bat Boy. They moved Shepherd Singers to a place that conflicts with my Ling class, too, so I'll have to switch that. It's a little stressful to contemplate, but, as I was reassuring Dan about the coming semester, we'll fix it, and then it'll be okay, and even the worst possible scenario is not the end of the world. I guess that's how I deal with stress; I don't seem to have that much of it. Unless you ask my masseuse.
As a child, I had the opportunity to play with other children and become myself without ostracism. Not that I mind it terribly, but I spend most of these days leading up to the end of my second decade playing by myself. I suppose it has led to an increasing desire to range about my established territory, and widen it somewhat. Mental territory, in art, writing and music. Physical territory, walking, biking and (oh the horror) driving. Walking is the one with the real sense of property, though. Especially during thunderstorms. There haven't been enough of those lately. But I can do without them. I'll get to Katz's tomorrow, and then all the way up to Westheimer will be in the picture.
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