She knows the dance that burns her best

I had an awful day, so when I was done with work I walked to the Somerville Library and sat in the second-floor stacks for half an hour and read Bill Condon's screenplay for Kinsey (2004). Then I came home and made coconut-milk rice pudding with cinnamon and pandan and listened to Davy Graham's "Angi," which I realized I had never heard in the original, only the (very good) Bert Jansch cover I grew up with. I love how much he can get his guitar to sound like a harmonica. The vacation of this weekend is definitely over. I'm not good at self-care on my own time; it feels like cheating. At least there are cats.

P.S. And spatch just found me a semi-local production of Sholem Asch's God of Vengeance (גאָט פֿון נקמה‎, 1907), which I missed seeing six years ago in New York despite a wonderful staged reading, so I guess I have to make it back to Providence next month.