Yesterday I was all over the place. I went with Y to Madison Avenue because he had some shopping to do. It was crowded, tourists abounding, and when the sun came out it was a little warm. I got sunburn on my face.

In the evening I went to Prospect Park with Y and a few others to hear Laurie Anderson perform with a Tuvan throat singer. I have always admired Laurie Anderson but I have to say that her performances get stuck in this kind of numbing pace that can put me to sleep. So that is exactly what I did: lying on the grass with tree branches overhead, in the dusk, I fell asleep. Sorry, Laurie.