crew it. I have nothing for today. Although I’m feeling a bit better than I have been since the heart incident, I still feel like crap, and typing onto the keyboard is slow business. I see that I had my final piano recital on 10 June 1964; I played the “Russian Dance” from the Nutcracker. (My teacher was disappointed; she had wanted me to play a Grieg piece I never did master—at least, not while I was taking piano lessons—and we fell back on a piece I had mastered the previous summer. She said I should take the summer off and return when I had regained my focus; unfortunately I never did.) And on 10 June 2000 I finally got a Hee Bee Gee Bees album—this one from Australia. It wasn’t the British album I’d been looking for since 1983, but still, it was nice to have. My favorite track was probably the Supertrash song. And I see that Adam West, perhaps best known as the Mayor of Quahog (or maybe Batman) has died. If I were feeling up to it any of these might be a reasonable topic for an entry, but I feel like crap, and I’m going to let sleeping dogs lie for the moment.