Up 4:30 am. Didn’t really get back to sleep after that. 10 p. Middlemarch.
Breakfast, coffee. Wrote a little in notebook before therapy.
Played a little Gershwin, finished Davies. Also read front matter to Richard Caddel, Uncertain Time. “No ideas but in Tunes.”
Half-napped 11-noon; felt a bit better.
Went out before 1. Got a haircut in downtown Upland, w/ both myself and the barber,a guy I’ve taken my dad to before, masked. (I’d passed another barber where no one was.) Thought I’d stop in the tiny art book/supply store that’s opened up on the same block (a hopeless business for the area but the rent must be modest), but it was closed until 2. Intended to work at Lucky’s, but the outside tables were occupied. Drove up to Coco’s on Foothill to see about ordering something in for Dad on Christmas Day. Inconclusive; they don’t know if they’ll have prime rip b/c of supply chain issues. Tried same at Corky’s near the Whole Foods, but they’ll be closed. Worked at the Starbuck’s there 3:30-5:30, revised yesterdays graf, more satisfactorily, moved on to the next. Picked up some green beans to cook for dinner, went home.
Yesterday’s covid test came back negative. Discussed a couple practical things w/ my dad, inc. his Xmas gifts to caregivers. Helped w/ dinner. Jeopardy! In most areas of life, I root for the underdog, but when someone has a streak on Jeopardy!, I want them to keep winning.
Played through Invention No. 1 a couple times (I think that’s the one I have the best handle on).) Got some records together for tomorrow’s radio show. Forced myself to write my 1 p. Notebook poem (doggerel, really); put on side 1 of Adele Bertei, Little Lives, a very slick 1988 by the ex-Contorionist that I thought would be artier.
Wrote 2 p. In notebook, petered out at 10. Couldn’t get to D. Brooks or songwriting today. Lights out 11, but had quite a bit of trouble sleeping.