Wool Socks

Having cooked, having made a delicious salad and cut up fruit till I could hardly hold the knife or myself upright, everything ready, napped ten minutes, dressed himself in blue on blue, welcomed, talked about Fassbinder, Dante, the necessity of opposition, filmmaking in Texas, gave away my first iMac, played beautiful music stumbling, farewell cleaned up, in flannel and silk my feet in wool socks massage themselves accepted accepting.