In the evening, I went to go see a theatre in the park production of "Pon Farr, The Musical." I got there a little late, and missed the opening act, which was my writing friend, Sarina, dancing as a green Orion slave girl. The show was pretty much the original script with musical numbers added.
Sunday was a cleaning day. Although I did have to get rid of a few old literary magazines that I had for research but to which I've yet to submit, it's become apparent that I've reached the limit of the shelves. Normally, the solution would be to put up more shelves, but I'll need to negotiate that with Mark.
I also checked out some books on The Coliseum for The Child (he's got a project on ancient architecture). I thought it would be cool to learn more about the Coliseum, but I hadn't quite remembered the gruesome details of its history. The engineering and the ingenuity put to gross means... I want to say "Those Sick Romans," but given things like reality TV, "The Hunger Games," this year's presidential election, and internet clickbait, I'm confronted with the enduring nature of humanity's ... I don't know--schadenfreude ? sadism? distractability?
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