Monday I painted with the Pieces of 8 and did this little painting. Since I can’t drive, Hap picked me up and we drove to the frame shop. We had picked some molding and were chatting with the owner when I finally noticed that Hap had shaved his beard! It took me 30 minutes to notice. Has my infirmity made me that self-involved? Our lives have been revolving around The Wrist; prop up The Wrist; doctor appointment for The Wrist; don’t get The Wrist wet…I should give the thing a name. I just read a book about Lafayette, hero of both the American and French revolutions; perhaps I shall call The Wrist “Lafayette.” “Put Lafayette in a sling…Lafayette is hurting me…let Lafayette rest on the pillow.” I like it.