Woke up. Puffins. Read some at Stumptown. Bought books at Powell's on Hawthorne (The Selected Poems of Max Jacob, The Inner Sky which is a new Rilke collection, Neo-Surrealism; Or the Sun at Night by Andrew Joron, Tate's Distance from Loved Ones to give as a gift). Wrote a poem called "The Garbage." Read some more in Laurelhurst park. Played bocce with J, H, and D (from L to R above). Went to Yoga Shala for my first yoga session ever with SB. Had boston cream pie at K's. Skyped my mug to Chicago. Fell asleep.