Saw a whole bunch of Elizabeth Murray's drawings. So good! Took a hard exercise class at my expensive gym. (The gym is free for me cuz I'm old.) Got 3 books I ordered: A textbook for my next Norwegian class, Learn Norwegian with Word Search Puzzles (kind of hilarious & I learned the word for skunk is stinkdyr: stink animal), & the collected Jack Spicer. The books arrived days late. I hate UPS. Fainted at the unabashed antisemitism at my home & alma mater, the Poetry Project. One of these days I'll say more. Sad at the death of Paul Auster, who was Johnny's friend at Columbia. Johnny has the distinction of having published Paul's first book. For some random reason I remember him trying to get Johnny to have a playdate with their similar-age daughters, mid-80s, & Johnny turning up his nose at the idea of going to Brooklyn. Made plans for two simultaneous events; not sure I can manage that. Maybe once I learn to yodel I'll master being in two places at once.