Hurt my finger walking up the stairs. Slipped, dumped out a box of popcorn kernels and my finger got caught under the door. Oww! Hurts!
Called Josef spontaneously because I'm working on my tune-book that he promised to print for me. He stopped by, looked and my computer, and we decided to head out together to a gallery opening, by Maryam Mohammadi. Her images of memories of war made 10 years ago were particularly unfortunately relevant now. We looked at her artwork a while, I wrote a poem, and then the two of us went to the Bodega for a glass of wine. Quite a lovely evening, but a wind storm of epic proportions was brewing as I left at 11:30pm and it was raining.
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