I didn't do anything the last two days, expect follow a guy from antique store to antique store. We don't talk and he doesn't explain what he's looking for; I am there as impartial observer. He bought a plastic cookie from 1945 and a postcard of Marilynn Monroe in a hounds-tooth suit. That was in the morning. In the evening I went and did my own thing. I bought an apple, stuck a pencil through it and threw it across an apple orchard. Then I went to look for it - its like meditation.

No one has inquired about my caste of coelacanth. The flounder has not spoken to me in days even though he promised to put up that poem that was rejected. Dagon I have not spoken to either. I'll have to increase my productivity.