Back home at desk after 2-bottles-of-wine lunch, numerous errands around

Manhattan (incl. visit to the LUCITE IMBEDDERS — more tomorrow) and nice

homeward doze on Long Island Railroad — woken by kind commuter just in time

to avoid involuntary trip to Montauk Point).

The entire universe seems to be made of a warm, yielding, spongy material.

It’s rather nice. In fact it’s fine. Everything is fine…