Thinking to sup with the Emanuel Lutherans (who do supper for the indigent on Tuesday evenings) by Coeur d'Alene Park in Browne's Addition this evening, where, perhaps, I shall run into Friday. He came to see me early this afternoon (I saw on the visitor's sign-in list) but I was out, visiting Darlene, who is just back from Olympia where she had been scouting for a place to live when she attends school (Evergreen--going for a Master's in art) this fall. I say "sup," not "dine," because the Lutherans serve only soup and salad, and very occasionally an odd meat/vegetable-loaf concoction. Light fare. And then probably I'll walk back through the park on Marcus's side and see if he's sitting on his balcony and feels like giving me a cup of coffee. Depends. Friday may want to visit, and if so, I'll have to forego Marcus. Drinking green tea (liquid hay), fortifying myself, wondering if I should carry my umbrella--whereof I got such excellent service yesterday. When I told Marianne that I had only green tea and Turkish coffee in my larder, she said, "You sound like somebody who is trying to be likeable."