I just had a martini and once again happiness is a dry martini. I’ve been working on God knows what. We went to a party last night that was two hours away. I’m an old man so it was a long drive. It was for my wife’s 75th birthday but she looks 55; she has good genes.
This week as always I’m trying to finish up lose ends which go on and on because I never throw anything out. God is telling me to make something out of this stuff, even though I don’t believe in God.
Also, people are here to work on the house. Three very efficient guys who sheet-rocked a room in one day. Now I have a pristine white studio, about 30’ x 30’, with three James Turrell-esque skylights in the back. I wish someone would buy all this stuff so I could get rid of it and start fresh. An interesting quote is that my brother in law, who is a priest in the Zoroastrian religion told me “your religion is work” and to some degree that is true…
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