Last night I was thinking about Bonnard, and about the pictures he painted of his wife in the bath, and I thought, I should make David take baths at night. He would enjoy it, if the Mets weren’t on, or the Islanders, and I could sit by the side of the bath and make conversation and meditate on what it is to be a man, which is something I don’t know firsthand.

He could be my muse. And he would be clean.

I’m still thinking about it. Not making him, but requesting that he do it, and then running the bath, so it’s all done for him, and seems inviting. If he didn't want to talk, I could have reading material out for him. I'd still sit on the toilet and watch him, though. He'd have to get used to that.