in honor of Sol Lewitt at Mass MoCA, more resmbling his middle years. Mt typing is crap because I'm working in bed, under the covers becaues it's cold out there, and with the lights off so Alice can sleep.
We're in Maine, keeping my dad company in rehab (which he refers to as a kind of purgatory) for the weekend, until Lucica gets here Monday.
I brought him CDs and a walkman for playing them, There's no way he could possibly deal with an mp3 player. I also brought a simple b&w Nook, but I think I;m taking that back. He's such a luddite when he's all ther, and he's just barely there and comfused and miserable.
