Waiting for The Guardian

The G gets delivered to my Kindle between 530 and 545 ... killing time ... still glowing over headstart in weekend prep yesterday ... makes rest of break much easier ... excited about libretto being published, though it is hardly an event of interest to anyone else. The heart of this work is so much the theme in most of my work. And I can hear its music in a kind of unshaped Weillian fantasy. ... Hope a composer finds it. ... I feel so blessed ... strange since I also see planetary disaster ahead ... I wonder if R victory might wake up folks sooner ... what short of massive street action can change direction ... real revolution ... a time in history ... the Chinese curse strikes again ... time to get my paper.