Hotel About-to-Be-Becoming, Larkspur.
In this morning's e-mail: a jpeg from T, taken by her, put on her computer by her, and sent by her. It is now my screensaver. Wonderful.
Morning coffee: to escape the Music Pollution Unit in the coffee shop, I went outside into the open air, but the music on the open-air Noise Pollution Unit was much, much worse. So, I went back inside to read. A man on the adjoining table was loudly clearing his plumbing system, careless of others in this public space, A sickening operation in a place of ingestation.
Now, practising Joe's pieces.
14.45 At the rehearsal space in San Rafael, a run-through of Joe's set and possible encores.
Would you buy a used drum-kit from this man? Mr. Drummer --
Now, back at the hotel & Sister is on her way to collect me.
"The end is a finish, a conclusion or a completion."
