Summer. What did I do this summer?
Almost nothing, truth be told. Low energy, almost nothing going on.
The highlight the train trip to Chicago, the time spent there. As follows:
An old friend who probably is no longer a friend, and that's ok.
The Art Institute.
Those beautiful, beautiful black women -- omigod. They are *so* darling. I wonder what they are like. I'm 55 years old and I'm so, so green.
I can't let go these thoughts of Pamela, fixated. Obsessed? Probably. No, certainly.