Heavy rains in the morning—but it clears off by noon, then clear and cool. Unable to settle down to do anything—studying the “Song of the Peterbird—preliminary mounting of the Albany sketch finish cementing on the car. P.M. B A & I to city line food shopping, Art to get shoes at Liberty Store (Hank & Mart had come in at noon with the news that a sale was on).
With my mind full of spring ideas, and obsessed with longing to actually work, why is it that I can do nothing?