We just sent our houseguest to bed.
Paul Sartin is here from England for a couple of weeks -- this is the fellow whose family we stayed with in England in April -- and he managed to stay up a full 24 hours between the time he woke up in England and the time when we finally sent him off to bed with orders not to set his fucking alarm clock because he's resting.
Tomorrow night we're having musical dinner with our dear friends George and Christo, and then Paul and Noel will be off to English week while I languish about the house for a week alone. ALONE, I TELL YOU.
Actually, as is traditional, I will be redecorating while Noel is away.
Me, the dog, a couple pots of Benjamin Moore paint, and a case of $2 Chuck. We are unstoppable.
