Up for a couple of hours around 3 am; watched Law & Order, read in Black Nature. Slept for another 2 hrs, went to Coffee Klatch around 7. Updated budget, wrote yesterday's entry, glanced at the track lists for the funk CDs (Bobby Womack's "I Can Understand It," 1973, is a monster J.B.'s imitation). Came back to take Bree to the train (she's seeing the puppet Nutcracker at Bob Baker's Marionette Theater today), dropped her off at noon, intended to start working at Ontario Public Library but it didn't open until 1 and I didn't want to sit in the car for an hr. Went home, napped, started watching Possession (1981, Zulawski), parents came home earlier than expected, having left a movie halfway through. Read in The Racial Imaginary (uneven; Rachel Zucker is guiltily 'honest'; Jill Magi is pretty hard on Retallack re Stein, though respectfully so; Joshua Weiner's piece is thoughtful; there's a nasty anecdote in one piece about a Cave Canem poet completely snubbing a Latino writer; the co-editor's captions to the visual-art selections are in annoying gallery-labelese, though not so opaque to count as International Art English.) Drove separately to Vince's for an early dinner (about 3), though I only had soup, salad, and 1 meatball instead of a huge plate of macaroni. Went from there to Mountain Ave. Starbuck's, worked on the Lonesome Road revision from 4 to almost 10. Quite a lot of progress: I've cut it from 15K to 9K words mainly by taking digressions/sidebars, technical material, and biographical background on incidental figures. Picked up Bree, who had a good time, home a little after 10. Very tired; read just a bit more.