Bookclub discussed The Secret History tonight. The cabin had to close early this year so in Soccer's backyard firebowl instead of in the mountains a couple of people disposed of their own secret histories. It's such an alien idea to me, admirable in those who can do it and want to but alien, deeply foreign to me. We told stories from journals and not from journals, and it was a good evening. After what seems like weeks of neighborlessness, it's a whirl of gaiety again: tomorrow yoga, Wednesday a haircut by AEK's person though I haven't decided how drastic and maybe the IMAX about ancient Greece afterward, Friday "Lion King."