January 2, 2014

Late start, birds already singing. Serene– even lethargic–start to the year. Met with Adam and his father. Gave Adam one of the fragments of Troy I smuggled home. I was meant to be some sort of consultant on how Mr K could expand his cosmetic business, and I hope I was of some value, though I mostly asked questions, realizing I had no idea how things like lotion or cold cream are made, or even exactly what they are, though I have of course used them. The father lives on an island of Greece, Kalamas, I think he was saying, which has a city which sank into the sea in Byzantine times, a ruined Temple of Apollo, hills covered with the herbs and flowers they used in their cosmetics. Sounds like paradise to me. Worked on the last Lincoln.