I can find you no comfort
I remember when I was having a midlife crisis meltdown in Marin County and my housekeeper, this gorgeous young Brazilian wrote me a note saying “I CAN FIND YOU NO COMFORT” – seeing how she was looking for the duvet and I was looking for a whole new lease on life, it ended up being my mantra. Friday night at Abby’s memorial, we were lounging towards the end and a friend threw herself on the comfy sofa and said, “How come I can’t get comfortable on my own sofa like this?” And I said, I’ve never been comfortable on my own sofa, chair, or in my garden – I always have ants in my pants, but some people’s house I can just sink in – Jer’s sofa, L’s sofa, I seem to be able to relax. I watch T finding all these lounge places around the LaLa and think this woman knows how to find her some comfort alright and man, I’m getting there too, albeit slowly.