Finished reading Derren Brown's book Absolute Magic, a marvellous extended essay on performing magic, much of which was applicable to writing as well (or I thought it was). Sample quote, "Anyone who performs should love the art in himself, and be very wary of loving himself in the art."
The missing sock has not yet turned up. I am suspicious. How far can it have gone? It was black, you know. Black socks don't just fade into the background. (Not unless the background's black, and the flat I'm in is very light-brown-wooden-floors-and-white. No black anywhere.) And if socks set off to seek their fortune or something, why don't they do it in pairs? Why alert us to their mysteries like this?