Dear Nigel,

I drove up the mountain on Coldwater to Mulholland with a partial leftover headache; I thought of you and how I miss romance.

”The weather in Los Angeles has caused a lot of migraine activity.” The Neurologist told me during our full-hour consult a few weeks ago. We took the full-hour once he had heard of my family history with migraine in every female on the maternal side, brain cancer on the maternal side and stroke on the maternal side. More and more questions came. And I started thinking of the medical bills.

I want to write you these long Nin/Miller letters but I end up talking about my Neurologist, Dr. Kim.

So, I made a playlist for a drive up Mulholland to Encino and back. These drives help with creativity and to forget about my headaches. I don’t need to go to the ocean, I just need a peek.

There are several full-pop self-indulgences on that playlist, but they all have a reason, a story.

This playlist was playing when we were on the phone the other day and you sang along to one of them, the Bieber song.

And you suggested we go to Milan.

And I suggested the country.

”Why would we go to the country what would we do?” You asked and my obvious response was, “Cook, bake, watch movies, have sex.” And there wasn’t even a pause before you said, “Watch Take This Waltz.” I assumed it was a joke about how mundane domesticity and cooking chicken gets because I always assume the smartest of you, Nigel.

Milan it is.

I think of you often, I think of you fondly.



Jeanie