Soren and I got up and went to the gym at 6:30 this morning, which is a good way to start the day. Well, good and bad: it leaves me feeling invigorated, virtuous, and aroused; and Soren was aching and dehydrated. (A slight bit of incompatibility there, wouldn’t you say?) But we have survived day three of working out, and I even increased the number of crunches and the time on the exercise bike slightly.

Thus far, this week has been interesting. Gym, weird dreams, dinner with Patrick, meeting serpentfeuer, music geeking with Soren and Robert, and much reading: American Gods,

One of the recurring sources of amazement in our household is my reading speed. I am considered a moderately fast reader in my family -- which, I have discovered, means that I read very fast by most standards. I started American Gods one morning, on the subway, and had reached page 306 by the time I met Soren in the evening (and had actually done a full day’s work in between).

M.F.K. Fisher and Me, a 1978 monograph on Anais Nin, and some short stories.

Tonight is Rose’s Turn, where small musical miracles may or may not happen. One never knows.