I saw my brother today, on the way home from work. Ever since my sister alerted me that he was missing, I've reverted to my old habits from when he was homeless and I worked downtown. Back then, I would keep my eyes peeled for him as I walked around downtown and I would occasionally spot him also wandering around, digging in trash cans and generally wandering around like the mentally-ill homeless person he was. Well, the old habits paid off when I spotted him tonight, just like old times. I called out to him and he didn't answer at first. Once he stopped and talked to me, he seemed very, very paranoid and I'm not sure he recognized me. I don't know how we can help him in that state. If he's not a danger to himself and others, there aren't a lot of options until he's ready to ask for help.

CDs listened to today:

• Milton Babbitt: My Ends Are My Beginnings
• Andrew Bird: Andrew Bird & The Mysterious Production Of Eggs
• John Abercrombie: November
• Ludwig van Beethoven: Sonatas for Violin and Piano, disk 1
• Norma Wendelburg: Sinfonietta
• johannes Brahms: Symphony No. 1
• Billie Holiday: The Quintessential Billie Holiday, Volume V
• Arthur Blythe: Lenox Avenue Breakdown