Went to sleep last night with the dizzy images of the Olympic opening ceremony.The awe-inspiring precision, the vastness, the almost eery unison of the performers left me feeling both wonder-filled and anxious. The little children, handing the Chinese flag over to the soldirers... shivers. Woke up to sun. The twelfth day of sun all summer. For real.
French toast and a iced latte. I may be turning a corner (though I feel queasy right now.) Then I finished painting my new studio space upstairs, before dinner with freinds downtown. Play in the fountain. Street artists. Good times.
