Feeling a lot better, nose hurts, get tired if I move around too much, making elaborate cookery plans despite lack of anyone to feed apart from myself and perhaps Peretz, reading some translations of Jean Paul Richter by Carlyle, listening to Mission of Burma. T's split for all night New York City Russian dance parties, could go see some exciting rock music myself, feeling a bit of a homebody. Evening seems likely to involve further investigations of out of the way corners of Romanticism, loud music on stereo, cleaning preparatory to unnecessary cookery, perhaps the cookery itself, escapist science fiction entertainment, severe anxiety, dog walks, hopefully not to be urgently required.