Well, the summer progresses with the gait of a sullen cow, mooing and lowing ponderously, through heavy stomachs on hot days traverse ca et la by shining thoughts. Some negative MC action, it must be said, tho I am somewhat confident like Abraham was confident that things can resolve themselves. I remember near the start of the year I suggested that this could have been my year: if something should happen on my return, it still could be tho 3/4s of it has been the same old solitary me, which I hate. Hope, as I said, deferred etcs. And I wouldn't like to wait as long as Abraham. So I am doing one of my characteristic August and august projections: what will things be like for me come, say, Christmas? Still howling lonely?