Up for awhile around 4 am, did nothing to speak of. Went back to bed, wasn’t up until 9, and wasn’t particularly functional until nearly 11. So I didn’t have my intended writing period. Breakfast/coffee, fooled around with “Love for Sale” on piano (I don’t care for the changes in my fakebook) helped Bree w/ a few tasks related to cleaning up from the plumber’s work; our tub stopper is missing, so I had to call them. Also took pictures of holes in ceiling and scheduled repair for Saturday, forwarded plumber’s invoice to board. Read a chapter of Marcus O’Dair’s Robert Wyatt bio, Different Every Time - I’m up to the Rough Trade singles.
Big chunk of day taken up w/ getting Bree to and from an ultrasound appointment in Flushing. (She may have a kidney stone.) We’re not comfortable w/ either public transportation or taxi/car service right now, so I rented a car a couple days ago. Walked to Enterprise near LGA (about 20 min.) to pick it up, but it was locked up tight, w/ the lot empty. Fortunately, someone directed me to a shuttle to the new location, in a parking garage 10 blocks away. Came back w/ car, picked up Bree, drove into Flushing - longest I’ve been in a car, or for that matter outside, since March. Dropped her off, found somewhere to park (near a Church of Christ w/ nice Gil Sans lettering, should have taken a picture). Sat in car from about 4-6 pm; listened to one more Sutras podcast, read Olúfẹ́mi O. Táíwò, “Elite Capture and Epistemic Deference,” and the first 2 poems in John Ashbery, Breezeway (his penultimate book; I’d meant to bring Commotion of the Birds - I have an idea of reading him backwards). Picked Bree up, drove back home, came in for a minute, took the car back, walked home (there was no shuttle except to the airport, where I guess I could have gotten a cab or bus), about 45 min. Listened to almost all of the new album by Mary Halvorson’s “song” album Code Girl, Artlessly Falling, w/ Robert Wyatt himself on 3 tracks. Some nearly drowned out by walking near the airport; have to sit down w/ the lyrics.
Home 7:45. Had a bite, watched a bit of the MGM McDonald/Eddy Rose Marie(Friml; “Indian Love Call”) w/ Bree. She’s in an operetta phase. Rested. Watched a jazz piano instructional piano, which “inspired” me to play through “Lover Man” and “Lush Life.” Read the title poem in Commotion of the Birds. Brief walk outside about 10:15. Lights out 11:30.