Spent most of the evening walking around with Peretz & playing with shell. Drinking the last of the Old Krupnik now, it's having a lovely effect on my mood, which, strangely enough, was already pretty good.

Wish I were better at conveying the variety of things going on in my head, I think you'd find them amusing.

Warm, strange, so many little melodies.

Would rather be swapping jokes, can't have everything. Footprints in the butter, her dog was blind too, why the long face?

Oh, I hope we get to go to Salem Willows.