Smoke rises from the fire.
It is shaped like departure.

In my unoriginal dream
The bear

Forages with its black claw.
Perhaps it also believes

There is another route
Through the ashes.

— Monty Reid, “Songs for the Mammoth Steppe,” Disappointment Island, 13

Up 7. Watched Last Week Tonight, and some videos about seasoning cast iron.
Coffee/breakfast.
Read 10 p. Fanon bio + first section of the above book of poems.
Wrote about 11-2, better than yesterday; drafted about 500 words, started cutting it down to <400.
Listened to 3 songs from David Nagler’s Brazilian project. (Private link; can’t share.) Impressive - daunting arrangement and mixing.
The Love Hangover peeps posted “Impedance and Resistance,” inc. “Free to Organize.”
Fooled around on guitar a bit - I have the germ of an idea for 1 or 2 NPB-style songs.
Therapy.
Bree gave me a draft of her letter to a composer she wants to commission for her musical; need to read it carefully and make some suggestions.
Did two rounds of seasoning (oiling and baking) on the cast iron pan, decided not to cook anything w/ it ‘til tomorrow.
Read 30 p. quota of Broven fairly late in the evening, broken by a short walk outside. Finished about 11, lights out.