Bruce Springsteen sings "I'm on Fire" in Paris in 1985.Ha Ha, there was something very liberating about staying home all day on a rainy Saturday in my pajamas, working on my story! It feels good to have accomplished as much as I did with the amazing dancer's story after such a long time. I want to be done with it by tomorrow. The boys and their friends are off to the City again, and I have the quiet house to myself, listening to the rain again. I know this must sound just so boring and so middle-aged to you, but I waited all this past week for this day and did exactly as I pleased, a valuable fringe benefit of being middle-aged and single! I did have my talk with sweet Shervin, who came and watched a ballet videoclip with me, listened to Shahr-e-Ghesseh with me some, and listened to my unsolicited advice politely, defending his points of view honestly and vigorously. All I could do was to ask him to think about the stuff I was telling him, and he said he would (though now I wonder how seriously he would have taken me sitting here in my pajamas!). It was a very productive day, exciting in its own unique way. I wanted to post a rain song, but decided instead on a fire song! Have a good evening you all.