I feel well. On Friday or Saturday night I slept at my friend's sister's apartment and when I woke up at about 7 a.m. I looked out a 30th floor window and saw the whole city just after dawn with all the traffic coming up Third Avenue, and I felt really impressed. On Sunday it rained and was strange all day; I saw many people and did many things. I haven't written any of Strangelets since Friday but I worked on other stuff all day Saturday and all this evening. I'm having awful luck with vacations this year. Another one was canceled; my travel companion had a death in the family. I should just wander somewhere on my own.