Kwana gave me props on her blog, and I have to assemble my brain cells and post something in reply, but I am so worn out the thought of it makes me yawn.

Meanwhile, enjoy a fine painting by Vermeer. One of my most treasured memories is when my uncle came to visit New York several years ago, and we went to the Met, where they had some Vermeers. He is a decorative artist, which means he can do all that fancy interior painting (and he advised us very well when we were deciding on paint colors: “You can’t go wrong with Atrium,” he said. Wise words, David, wise words). He cried when he saw the Vermeers; he’d never seen one in person, he grew up in Jamaica, was educated in London, and has lived in California for a gazillion years.

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