Friday, July 7, 2017
The man wasn't well yesterday, and he stayed home from work. We binge-watched Westworld, a very dystopian vision of humanity, and yet, it felt like pure escapism whenever we took a break to check on what was happening in the real world. He's back at the museum today, hosting scientific visitors to his department, while I am sitting here trying to work. I find I am missing certain details and so will have to interview my subject again. Tonight, I'll be going to a wine and paint class with my daughter, redeeming her birthday present to me. It will be lovely to spend time with my girl, who I haven't set eyes on in a week. It's raining out, which is a relief. Nothing much to say today. I'm here.