Open doors, open mouths

Day 7. Losing track of time. Saying some goodbyes. An uber to Yusang's. Clean water. A bit more. Feeling too much energy. Walking home. Lights out. Getting in. Barely make it. Shower. Can't sleep. Need to pee. Give up. Packing and leaving. Zombie. Dropping off the luggage. Fallen bike. Getting an outfit for art. Getting a BLT. Eating in the car. Drive to the Armory. Some traffic. Paid parking. No ticket deals. Taking in and understanding Martin Creed. Playful happenings. Bodily reactions. Times up. Heading back. Super tired. Many stops. No road tolls. Some snacks. Some coffee. Home Depot on the way. First one missed. Plaster materials. Friendly store helpers. Sort of awake. Lacawac. Brief nap. My turn to be chef. Dirty pasta and collard greens. A few extra people. No left-overs. Poetry safari. A scene where I wished I had my camera. Calethia agrees. John Cage mushroom poem. Gets dark. Big Lake trail. By the osprey. No rum. Ends at the chimes. Goodbye Calethia. Calling it an early night.