Everything you could, like any decent person would

I am almost too tired to think. Considering I have to get up at stupid o'clock tomorrow in order to compensate for the Red Line's suspension of service from Alewife on the weekends, this is probably a good thing.

Apparently I spoke about exiled, dispossessed, and alienated characters in reasonably coherent sentences while on the edge of a migraine, although I have this memory of rabbiting on about kataphasis and apophasis that I can only hope was edifying, because I have my doubts about its relevance to the conversation.

Bob Kuhn is no relation to any of the people I know by that name, but I want to hear his Roman-numeral version of Tom Lehrer's "New Math."

I finally caught an episode of the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Red Shift: Interplanetary Do-Gooder. It was terrific. I left wanting to go home and tune up my radio telescope.

(. . . I have a radio telescope. It's in the side yard. It was a high school science project. I'm still prouder of the incubator full of E. coli-fed cellular slime mold. They were beautiful.)

Sitting in the row in front of me at the show was the actress who plays Abalyn in Kyle Cassidy's photo series and video of Caitlín's The Drowning Girl—I recognized her from stills. If only the book were out, I could have asked her for an autograph.

You who know who you are, thank you. I'm still working on everything. But it matters.