Slept poorly. Up in the middle of the night, read 3 ch. Trollope. Peter, a handyman the building uses came by while I was still in bed mid-morning to snake our train, replace a hinge, etc. Took a walk with Bree to a church rummage sale, but she had misunderstood the date; came back while she waited for a friend in the garden; sometime after that, she went to her new job-of-sorts as an afternoon companion for an 89-year-old woman in the neighborhood. I left around 1; it's gotten very hot suddenly. Forgot the folk collection, so started Leslie Howard Owens, This Species of Property; Slave Life and Culture in the Old South. I think this may be a minor entry of its kinds (cf. The Worlds the Slaves Made), but it's very clear and soberly written, with much quotation of primary documents. Took 7/G/L out to Bushwick to go an art-book pop-up store at Wendy's Subway, a "space" a neighbor co-founded; sort of expected to see his partner Kristen, who works for the Berlin publisher/distributor supplying the books. Sort of splurged on two not entirely necessary books: Return To Leptis Magna, a self-published concrete/anagrammatic poetry collection by Anna Barnham, and a collection of essays on digital music. Had a slice nearby, went back to Oracle. Didn't try to write; spent 4-9 on email and clearing/organizing a download folder full of (mostly) pdfs, though this was interspersed w/ various online activities (got involved in a Paul Simon thread on a listserv, fulfilled my offer to find out about venues in Columbus from Drew's band.) Also, Human Hearts were offered a show in September. Took home the folk/modern sound book, read 2 articles on country (honky-tonk and Nashville Sound) and Deena Epstein on the "origin" issue w/r/t the spirituals. A bit more of the slavery book, probably a mistake before bed (12:30). Overall, anxious and distracted.