Sunday morning at 3 A.M.

that's right! It is actually 3:07, and cityboy is full of energy after two strong days.
Hihglights: Finding Then Again,  Diane Keaton's memoir about her life and her strong relationship with her mother, in a used bookstore and buying it. I read the whole book in about 24 hours, it reads beautifully with lots of moments to empathize with. Made me feel more focused and "alive" in terms of reading matter then I have in a long time.
The return of body strength: Thursday and Friday were "fatigue' days, tired from the afternoon on---again this may have been due to lack of sleep in the past nights---but Saturday morning at 1 A.M., after about four hours of decent sleep my body awoke and I felt as if I had been"shot out of a cannon". Amazing! My energy had come back strong. Of course, not much one can do with an overshot of energy at 1A.M, the way things are now, so I just stuck it out in the apartment. Still, I was stunned at how strong my body felt.
With that in my, I had to make Saturday different. First took the 1 to 145 street to pay my Wifi bill, stopped off at Hamiltons, had an ice coffee then went down to Riverside park around 147th and continued to read Ms. Keaton's book. Around 11--11:30 mid morning, again while reading the book, watched the parade of people moving north and south on the park side of the drive. No real humidity, a nice easy feel to the day.
Afternoon: returned to the apartment, then gave my newly revived body another assignment. To walk from 76th and West End, to 42nd and 10th. Could I do it. Yes, the body was strong---made my
destination-Signature theater where I could stop and "Chill" for a while. Took advantage of the fact that they were open to support "protesters", even if there were none in the area. Then moved north on 9th, from 42nd to 57th---an interesting walk, this area is full of bars, and although most were closed on the inside, outside there were many "revelers" (for want of a better word) not obeying the purest of social distancing procedures. While I did not see any people on top of one another, three feet was more the rule---about half of the people not wearing masks. What to make of this?  Obsessives will claim that this behavior defeats the social distancing that we have been asked to do in the past 10 weeks. I am not sure I agree with that. Maybe all of those people outside were virus free. How do I know, I don't---but for some reason I am not upset by the march away from isolation. And what of the amazing and passionate protesters---will that commitment cause a relapse in the virus spreading. I hope not. I am willing to wait and see---I need the new freedom (I still stay home at night) and I want it to continue. Anyway, at 57th and 10th, finally got an 11 bus that took me back to the neighborhood.
The body moved easily with little stress or tiredness during the walk. I am pleased with that.
  At night, began reading Camino Real by Tennesee Williams a strange and surreal play that he wrote after The Rose Tattoo. One of his characters has a piece of dialogue lifted from The Purification, a one act play that Williams wrote earlier in his career,  I directed that play in my last year at Hopkins, and my mind immediately dropped back to that. I can remember the complete cast---more about that some other time--let's see what the day will bring.