I spent a few days in a tent in Wisconsin receding from life and words, at least my own words. Did a little reading, brought my dumbbells for a couple workouts in the woods, napped, laughed with some friends I hadn’t seen in a minute. Ate prime rib at a supper club, enjoyed a $5.75 dirty martini—two. Drove dreadful Iowa there and back, only Dubuque a charm. Suffering Anhedonia or maybe it’s my dead innocence when I’m away from my son. What a strange world we’ve invented, an odd dream machine, half-nightmare. The kids on the street are posting bills, it’s Pride Month. The MBAs have inherited the earth and it sucks.

Sometimes you have to wind up a mix with a Jennifer Warnes hit followed by a Joe Cocker / Jennifer Warnes megahit, sit back, and swoon.