I read some Annie Dillard. Can't uncloud my head to write, but am loving The Writing Life. She and I have some habits in common--and that always feels good. Like: no, you are not crazy for thinking xyz.
It was also the night of my going away party at the day job. I was really glad that several people showed up to the bowling alley. We took over three lanes and had a pretty good time of it. There were enough terrible bowlers for solidarity and enough good bowlers for cheering. My voice is almost entirely gone.