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If I lived at the Metropolitan Museum in NY, my cats would have their birthday parties in the Temple of Dendur.

I’ve kept it together for 6 weeks by following a schedule. I’ve never been so disciplined in my life. If I’d been like this in high school and college, who knows what I might have achieved? I might have satisfied my parents’ ambitions, become rich and powerful, have people at my beck and call…

I wouldn’t be writing today.

The thought freaked me out, so I took a day off from my schedule. I spent the whole day in bed reading and taking naps, getting up only to look in the fridge for something to eat. I did not sweep the floor, dust the shelves, or clean the litterbox. The dishes piled up in the sink. I did not do the walking workout. Of course I fed the cats or I would have no peace.

The book I read was From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsburg. It’s a children’s book about something I’ve been wanting to do as an adult: live inside the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York (Or the Louvre or the Prado). In The Royal Tenenbaums the kids ran away and camped out at the Museum of Natural History. I would not want to sleep near the dioramas, too spooky, as if they’re about to come to life and walk around (There’s a movie series about that, too).

Then I re-read Eve’s Hollywood by Eve Babitz. She’s a scream. And I slept maybe 16 hours total.

The world did not fall apart. I did not become a hobo. The cats did not go feral. We seem no worse off today than we were yesterday, so there was no pressing need to get up.