I had to go out, random words pencilled on my paper clothes - I had to be careful as the lady I met had a lighted candle on her desk (in my calla lily head I saw her childhood self come up and blow it out). I came home with the previously locked doors in my chest opened although, of course, a voice from inside complained about the draught. Once home I changed into my caveman work clothes conscious that my Frankenstein monster costume had dropped from its hanger (I had ordered The Mummy but they had apparently run out of bandages). I called my studio the second or third Olympus and populated it with classical ideas. When an apparition of Aphrodite opened her mouth I noticed she had no teeth - which reminds me: I have toothache and need to get a dental appointment.