April 20, 1992
The first really nice day. About time! It’s been a long winter.
Now it’s 6:30 and I’m waiting for Broderbund to call. The big Prince 2 meeting is today and I’m supposed to “sit in” by phone.
Patrick left a message: “Hope you’re fine… me, I’m just fucking happy.”
I called Tomi. I needed to talk to somebody who loved me. She said Florence told her I’m learning French like there’s no tomorrow and that Sallie told her I’m living a life right out of Henry James.
“You have a dream life,” she said. “You’re travelling, you have friends. What exactly is the problem?”
