September 13th, 1976

Coffee and cigarettes in the canteen of the Kennedy Center. After a week of rehearsals and a week of performances. I thrive at this speed. The excitement and romance of the past two weeks have elated me.

My relationship with Richard is in ruins. Starting with weekend before last when Sandy and Louie came and I was busy all weekend with the opera. I haven’t been home one night now in nearly three weeks. I haven’t been home, I haven’t cleaned house, I haven’t done many of the things with my life which Richard thinks I should have done. Tensions are extraordinary.

And of course there has been Herb and Juan and Gregg and Bob, and countless new acquaintances and friends. I cannot clamp down on new excitement in the name of domestic responsibilities.

I am very sorry at Richard’s reaction to the way I am living.