So yesterday I went for a run in the park and with all the wind and rain, the Osage orange tree dropped a bushel of fruit and I grabbed 8 and then a sprig of wild flowers and left them for Sylvie on the kitchen counter before leaving to see Ben (formerly of the Institute) eat the stage at Galapagos. We all went out for dinner after and being broke I did the old Paris routine and actually sold some drawings. I left this note and some cash under the wild flowers for Sylvie in the morning.
