Sanguine

Right now I am in Maryland, getting some work done. It's much easier to leave New York and meet deadlines elsewhere, with fewer distractions. This afternoon I might go downtown to the National Gallery of Art, because lately all I wanna do is stroll around museums and look at some Titians (echoes of Edinburgh?). I never paid any attention to the West Wing of the National Gallery, where the older works are, when I was a kid, action painting babe –– Morris Louis, Clyfford Still, Joan Mitchell –– that I was. There's room for everything in my heart now. Tonight when my friend Kevin gets home from work we are going to drive out to his family's cottage on the Eastern Shore for a few days to relax on the bank of the Miles River and drive around and enjoy each other's company. We laugh so hard when we are together, like, falling on the ground in hysterics, that we constantly have to explain to people that we have been best friends since we were fifteen. And we're fine.