August 27th, 1990
Home sweet home, England
Dad came over bright and early this morning to paint the guest room, which now looks very inviting and leaves me to wonder who my first overnight guest will be!
Met Sarah and Lucy at The Harvester for lunch and sat outside enjoying Pimm’s. The last time I drank from a pitcher was with David, in Santa Barbara, when we downed yummy Margarita’s, after which, slightly tipsy, we meandered through the street market and bought fun, silly keepsakes for each other. After that, we drove back to Manhattan Beach and ended the day entwined on David’s rooftop terrace, which I’ll never forget.
Seems like no matter what I do at the moment, my thoughts turn to him.