October 12, 2016
Rain for the flight. Dreamed lengthily, obsessively about Montford Park. There was a mystery actor who came in disguise and did lead roles but never revealed who he was, and they were trying to get me to admit it was me. It was.
My flight is relatively late, and I am ready, and I refuse to imagine things to worry about.
Concert at the basilica last night. At least a four second reverberation in the vast, vaguely gold stone room. Big old warhorses, just what the tourists wanted.