Inspired wine-drinking and pot-smoking at with Darlene and Kimchee this evening, after supper with the Lutherans, where I sat next to Friday, who said Walter had hunted him down and eighty-sixed him. Then went across the park to Darlene's, where the ladies entertained me, as described, until Darlene, suddenly, gave out. What time I sloshed around to Peter and Patty's and sat on their porch with them in the long twilight, drinking coffee and regathering my wits.

Earlier in the day, Kristen and I had done Mozart for a change, the 'Haffner' and the 'Prague.' Went well.