Got to pack up all the shit I need for a night & day in Vancouver before I head to bed, on account of not being home between tomorrow morning and leaving for the city on Saturday evening. So: reading material, change of underwear, socks, phone charger, notebook & pens. All that. Dumping energy & songs onto the music machine to take with.
Big plans. Trip to the art gallery to wash myself in artist's sweat. There must be a ritual about that, somewhere, anointing yourself (head & shoulders). Haven't been since the Rodin exhibit with Christian, Michael, and Jeremy. Rodin's schlubby sculptures of Balzac. It's photography this time, comes highly recommended, and I'll try to touch base with Matthew assuming he gets the email all right.
Anyway: packing, then bed. Possibly in that order.