Erica was here, and we ate veggie food, went to used clothing and book stores, and saw Emma Goldman's grave through a series of fortuitous events. Now my friend Miriam, a medieval musicologist who always has lots of fun facts about monasteries and things for me, is here until tomorrow morning. I'm playing a concert of entirely "patriotic" music (if you can consider a Superman medley patriotic...). The theme song from the Olympics is very hard, incidentally. And that's my week.
I feel like I should have more to say, but lately I haven't. Maybe sometime soon.