Back from Vancouver. The office is full of the usual striding men in shorts. Ken and Jeff both look like they have been hit by trucks. It is still 20 degrees in here.

Times listened to Donde estan los ladrones this morning: 2

Times filled with despair re: impossibility of job: 1 but ongoing. Well that sounds like an admission of weakness, but it’s not.

Considering sitting on hands to prevent self from picking at cold sore. Yech. Should not be allowed to leave the house.