I am in London right now. My parents in California just went to bed, but it is already morning here. On the plane, I sat next to a lovely Londoner who lives in NYC now. He is an archivist at the Frick! He was perusing a book called Suicide Circus. “That looks like some light reading!” I said. Then I told him I love Ian McEwan. He said he has bought every first edition McEwan novel since 1977. Next, I mentioned that I’d loved Tina Brown’s biography of Princess Diana. He told me about three run-ins he’d had with her. After several you-don’t-say’s, I finally exclaimed, “I can’t believe you saw Tina Brown so many times!” Then he said, “No, I was talking about Princess Diana!” WOW!
So anyway. Heathrow. Ordered a coffee. My scrambled eggs look like cottage cheese, but I’m psyched to be eating mushrooms, beans, and big warm tomatoes in the morning. Usually I only get beans when I am eating hot dogs. My mom makes pork ‘n’ beans out of the can. Anyway. That is today’s report. My battery is running out. Gotta…run. Oh! And P.S. I just discovered that I brought Icelandic Kronur on my trip. How funny: when I was in Iceland, I’d brought Euros! Like, DUH!