Dad’s on nights so I got up to the expected funereal silence.
I escaped into Easterby and bought a record. More heart searching; Miles Davis’s new one or Jim Morrison's An American Prayer? I settled for the latter, but. . . . I also bought Herbert Read’s A Concise History of Modern Art and a book from the library, 1968, by Richard Stern and took out books on Braque and Picasso for Art homework.
I still feel strange; not really back somehow. . . .