I got home a little before six, then went out immediately to dinner with Pam. We had a nice talk. I came home, skipping rehearsal because I am so tired, and I have been munching and watching television. For some reason I seem to hit the food when I get home from these trips. I am not sure what I am doing this for. It isn't as if I haven't been eating. I think it's a way of dealing with some residual frustrations but I can't quite put my finger on it. There is much more to say about the weekend, or anyway, thoughts, and I will, when I am rested.