December 14, 2004
Great visibility today, Diary. The horizon over the ocean was like a blue Rothko. That reminds me, my second Mark Tansey should be ready at the framers by now. That's the kind of thing my accountant picks up, for insurance reasons. Maybe she can pick up some Arby's takeout while she's at it. File that under fantasy, Diary. After a bit of work in the larder, I found that good aloe gel for my suntan. I am wearing it like a battle scar and proudly. Manolo made fun of my tan lines in a clever way this morning. I don't really have time to go into it. Then he asked what "international orange" meant. I know it's a color, but I didn't feel comfortable stretching myself thin, so I lied and said it was a new kind of fruit from Japan. I am off to the Ski Haus and then perhaps a juice place.