Day 2 in Toronto. Morning energy at the bottom — the kind of anxiety that tells you you'll die homeless under a bridge while you're standing in a museum. Walked through exhibitions for two hours. My mind wasn't there. My legs were. At three I walked a friend to a hospital appointment. Yesterday he met me at the airport in a hippo mask. Today I walked him through cold drizzle to a doctor. The mind was negotiating fleeing to Spain. The body kept walking.