I get to tip big and ride to museums. I just discovered the painter Delacroix. Where has he been my entire life. Well last night he was at the Met. He’s been there for awhile but it doesn’t count because I had never seen him.

And my the first painting I saw of him made me weep. I won’t tell you which one. But you’ll know and you’ll see and you’ll say “Doesn’t do a thing for me,” In which case I’ll never want to speak with you ever again. Especially if your that friend who texts me from Miami to gloat that they are in Miami for Thanksgiving.

Relax, Binda. I’m of course not talking about you.