June 11th, 1977

Stoned and on my second beer, totally abandoned to the rare treat of a complete weekend alone in the apartment. 

No plans, no commitments, no anxiety. A weekend to myself. Jim left for a 10-days or so vacation yesterday. His absence is obvious and confirms my observations of the last few days on how much I am enjoying living here with him.

Such a weird world– living in an apartment that belongs to some mysterious old lady. Three households with no permanence built-in. Yet Jim and I deal with all this very calmly and the past couple of weeks have been ordered and happy.