Midnight, Thursday

Evening: Lost a great game of Ultimate. Played hard. Came home and left again without time to wash the dirt off my arms and legs. Ran to church several blocks away. Missed a few songs, but grinned wildly when he played Unsingable Name. Ran to a bank. Ran back to church. Mike Doughty liked my hat, my feet are bigger, and I finally paid him the money I owed him. Got some falafel, took a shower, wrote this.

Now we're properly caught up.