And so the circles keep closing in.

Love Dodie's discussion of blogging and time and real writing. I think perhaps when I am at my best I do not write at all but simply record the news from Mars sent via radio waves.

Kevin's play tonight preceded by a truly perfect meal with the ever amazing Emily Wilson (one of the few people who can keep me present enough to enjoy dining out and still be attuned enough to know the right artisan cocktail choice and perfect after dinner Pinot Grigio to split).

The play and scene themselves and even marvelously so. Too much to describe now but as I process as I am still processing the hyperbolic art and coming to an articulation of so too will I process Kevin's pink and Jocelyn's furs and Anne's paint and all the rest into something more than a sentence.

But Minnette there too and a wondering when I will come by for that much vaunted Martini. And almost an arrangement for Tuesday. If it works it will be a perfect day and a dream of days to come.

And so with this post of not enough, I persist.