May 5th 1992
My heart is pounding! The true love of my life has bestowed a breath of life into me like I have not felt in years. Frasier called and gave me news that has filled my heart and soul with joy beyond compare. He tells me that he was contacted by a wine master of Donnafugata Winery in Sicily. He has been invited to their winery later this month and wants me to meet him there. When I asked Maris about it, she was in her deep meditation yoga, but her left eye brown twitched, which, if memory serves, means that she approves. I think she is going to The Festival of Feathers of some sort later this month. I am so delighted. Donnafugata has such wonderful treasures of delights sealed in each bottle. We will land in Catania and rent a car to travel either to Palermo or Agrigento and then to the Contessa Entellina and spend the night at the winery. I can hardly contain myself.
At the office I was working with a client with agoraphobia. I have never made house calls before taking on this particular client. We made massive strides in progress the other day by going out for coffee together. I treated him and even carried his coffee over to the table. I had to because he remained wrapped around my left leg the entire time. Progress sometimes comes in baby steps.