Spent the day watching Celtic tie Arsenal and then helping xtina move. That's two poets in one week. Lots of moving going on.

Ben played accordian for me, sitting on the rug in the mostly-empty livingroom. Him sitting there, sun shining in through bare windows. It made me very happy. Talked with Mark (would link but how many dashes?) about jellyfish. Knit a baby hat. Ate tootootoo much at Redbones, happy to walk back to the apartment. Missed wiffleball. So it goes.