Set Friday firmly but compassionately on his way this morning after an uninterrupted stay of 60 hours, making coffee and hugging him goodbye; then, after doing my mail, I set out myself. First to the Senior Center for lunch, just Holly and me at one big, long table, sitting across from one another. "I am ashamed of my country, and I fear it," I said. Holly said, "That is because you are civilized." After lunch I walked in the new, perfect sandals that Friday gave me for my birthday over to Browne's Addition to see my mad artist friend Gerald, who commissioned me to buy some pot from my friend Diana, sending along with his money, his respects and a sheaf of representational (figure study) drawings. He trusts me to handle his work, and he makes me sometimes his slave ("Arrange these drawings in rows."), and sometimes his mule. We are very into Tibettan Buddhism and reciting Om. Tonight as I was leaving with an acryllic painting he had just done for (and I was delivering to) John here at the Palace, Gerald said to me, "You are gathering momentum. Soon you will know when it's time to leave, and you will go. Don't worry, you will know." And I felt deeply reassured that he understood me and my quest/plight. Diana was much impressed with the drawings.