ON HOME
Sometimes, as I’m falling asleep at night, I imagine my dream home. An elegant umbrella stand in the lobby. A library lined with books. Music room with grand piano and cello. Upstairs, a garret where I write by the fireplace. My garret overlooks the gardens with roses and cherry orchards. The gardener looks up and tips his hat to me. Downstairs, a cheerful housekeeper is squeezing fresh juice. Evenings, my French chef… (And so on. It gets ever more unlikely until I
