If I could bottle the way I feel right now, well that would be a thing. I love flying into Bill’s arms, it’s expedient and fruitful and full of romance. And then, today, astonishingly, like a fever dream in which you win the lottery, tickets were acquired by myself and Jean Power to see Bryan Ferry in England- I will see him in Oxford and then again in Nottingham (with Jean). Both tickets are meet-and-greet. I am overwhelmed with the excellence of it all and I have, despite my globetrotting, never done anything quite like this before, you know, bought a special ticket to an event in another part of the world. That Nottingham is a gift from Jean is even more spectacular. I swell with joy, like I was slightly dry and then soaked in wine.
The four of us are headed out to Sicilian dinner tonight. I missed the boys this past month, and I like to see them dress up and behave, it’s thrilling. It’s disorienting and riveting to have these astonishingly man-like creatures who were so recently our little babies.
At least they still want suckers after haircuts. Me too.