DeYoung as you feel.

I can't seem to shake the virus thing and it's laid me out. I took a sick day today and stayed in bed all day to let my body rest and hopefully get this nastiness out of my system. I didn't get up until 5:00, when Barney called from down the road. I forgot that we had made plans with RMJ and Shilpa and meeting at the Kezar Studio (my place) to take an early evening at the DeYoung. There is a Vivian Westwood exhibit and some Maori dancers tonight. And all month long, Bank of America is covering the admission to many local museums for all of its card-holders. Shilpa is both a member of the DeYoung and a BofA card-holder, so she scored us four free tickets.

We ascended the tower for the sunset, descended to the lower level to see the fashions, then everyone set out for their late-night escapades in the City, while I had a cup of tea and happily went to sleep early.

Just because you are not feeling good, doesn't mean you can't look good.


(Shilpa is noticeably absent from this shot as she was the one who took it.)