Sunday, February 29th, 2004

I’m in a hotel room with Susannah when we both notice there is broken glass on the floor. I sit down to pick the glass out of the bottom of my bare feet. Instead of glass shards, I pick out small pebbles and hard pinto-like beans out of my feet.

Later…

I give my mom a key to our house but tell her not to show up unannounced.

Later…

I’m listening to a middle-aged Italian man talk about his son becoming Jewish.