Russell must have come in late, from AA, letting himself in, for a change, not waking me. I liked that. I was dreaming heavily. I woke up around midnight. Russell was pleasant. I made coffee (none for me) and French toast. He liked it. We discussed James Dickey's "The Sheep Child". He enjoyed that. I had awakened in another universe, a better, happier universe. My tailbone hurts. I fell out of the canvas recliner this afternoon. Nothing serious, I hope
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