It's been a long week in NYC for this little mesa girl, even on Sag Harbor.  My ears ring with noise, and I feel crowded even in my sleep.  To write, I need dream-space.  If I daydream on the subway, I miss my stop.  I have all this sensory information flying at me, and I feel the energy of everyone around me.  It's so nice to sit down beside a tree.  I'm wondering how much touring I'm going to do in my life --- even if I'll ever do it again.  I envy Cormac McCarthy.