Kept up late by panic attack, pretty extreme foot & leg discomfort.

Sweating at desk, periodically stretching crampy foot.

Picnic later, then tedious NYC.

Show in Brooklyn tomorrow I've been dreading, will be good to done with it.

It's funny to periodically realize that I have no idea how I'd actually like to be treated.  Ridiculous, really.

Hurt my left foot the other day, sick of limping.

Got T. from the airport this AM, then took a long nap, first successful nap in many days of wanting a nap.  Got asked a lot of questions regarding conspiracy theories.  I am not an enthusiast.

Too much art, sleepy. Last night, screaming in the Boston Common with foil wrapped around my head.

Made some cuminy potato salad, bacony kale.

Keep trying to nap, but it isn't working.

If anyone ever proposes to you that you should play a bunch of shows late at night as the tail end of your relaxing vacation while having farewell breakfasts and shuttling people to and from the airport and so forth, think about it carefully. I'm not saying don't do it, but, boy am I tired.

Vacation was pretty damn swell and so was the exhausting flurry described above, honestly. Chris came up from Nashville to play with us, got to take him and Jen on whirlwind tour of Mt. Desert, lots of nice, somewhat intense chats, pretty damn swell.

Bit of a slow reentry to work, but honestly, who fucking cares? Band chili/listening party later.

Peretz seems to have really enjoyed what will in all likelihood be his last Maine vacation, can't tell you how much that pleases me.  We're on the couch now, me typing, him cleaning his forepaws.