Another balmy night, more heat lightning.

Strange, rambling walk with Peretz, behind the paper, past the big, blocky two-family with the tiny fenced yard I'm coveting, head full of consulting gigs, soda shops, local produce. May take a while given the state I'm in, but I've got some lovely things in mind, maybe somebody tolerable will even want to come along for the ride, would be welcome certainly, should be interesting either way, weird & damn clever.

Peretz is having a biscuit. Feeling sad that he'll likely be gone before I get to the neat stuff, sorry I move so slowly, pal, have a lot on my mind.