Up 7:30. Breakfast.
Read more responses to Callard, an earlier piece by Martha Nussbaum she’s responding to, and a related interview w/ Judith Bulter.
Worked at E77 over coffee about 10-noon. Petered out, talked to Ken Lauterbach for a while.
Came home by 2, called my dad. Bree called as we were finishing up, called her back briefly (it’s her bedtime in France).
Napped. Learned of Stephen Sondheim’s death at 91 (my dad’s age). Hard to discuss what he represents and why he’s meaningful to me.
Bree’s physical therapist dropped by w/ a dish of pernil and sides from his Puerto Rican gf’s Thanksgiving (long story). Really nice, totally supererogatory. Also perfectly timed for dinner - there’s not much in the house.
Thought about going out again, but didn’t. Started reading Trisha Low, Socialist Realism. Watched a Midsomer Murders (I guess it’s one ‘m’); lights out midnight.