Yes, we all did sleep rather late today.

   But Son Guy made connection with his friend Bill, and a tentative plan is to spend a number of hours tomorrow exploring the Upper Haight.  Meanwhile [I think there may be some confusion], Son Jason is going to hang-out at the Geary Club to watch the ball game.

   Speak of the Devil, Jason appeared and carried off some of my spare CD's to sell at Amoeba Music (in the Upper Haight).

   Anyway, I spent most of the day meditating, listening to a tiny portion of all the music and drama I now have in the computer (nearly seven days worth): Django Reinhardt, Sarah Vaughn, Phillip Sainton, Aram Katchaturian, The Campbell Playhouse version of J.P. Marquand's  (forgotten) Wickford Point, Lee Wiley; The Screen Guild's magnificent production of Between Americans, which Norman Corwin put together with Orson Welles on Sunday Evening, December 7, 1941. The iTunes' "genius" just kept putting together bizarre combinations.  And on and on . . . .

    I was amazed how little of this material I've listened to over the last decade.

   Very restful.

   Had another session with an AT&T technician over the Citi-Wi-Fi link.  [The answer:  Turn the wi-fi off!] It made me late with my blog here.

  Tomorrow, I must give serious attention to Wayne K's movie script!

  Macresarf1 would write no more this day.