Pigeon Cove, Mass
I've been falling asleep writing
lately, quite a bit, really tired, drinking way too much coffee, too.
Yesterday was a weird day, checked into the hotel south of Boston,
then went to the theater, Kendall Square in Cambridge—kind of a
weird, modern, mall complex type of place. We set up there, then met
up with Suzanne, Christie, and Esther. I tried calling people, only
talked to Revolution John. Then we started making plans. Plans,
plans, plans, plans, plans, more plans than I can keep straight in my
mind at once, more plans than can exist together at one time together
with or without the help of experts who collaborate to plan to make
plans together and with each other and among and with.
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