Daily Blague

If there's a cancellation before 23 May, I'll have my next Remicade infusion then, but even if I have to wait two weeks the good news will get me through. Dr Magid took one look at me and made the decision to put me back on what has been for me a real wonder drug. Here I'd thought I'd have to beg, threaten suicide. Thanks to everyone for bearing with me during this awful down time.

By the end of May, of course, it will probably be too hot for promenades, just as now, unbelievably, it's a bit too cold. Not that I didn't do a fair amount of walking today. Ms NOLA's mother is in town, and I took her to the Met and to the Frick. I had walked to the Met and I walked from the Frick right down to the water's edge for my appointment.

We took in the Chanel show at the Met. Have I ever seen a bigger, bolder marketing ploy in a venerable museum? No. In a word, no. No: the word is "Karl Lagerfeld." How the hell he had the nerve to mount his creations alongside Coco's in a museum I'll never know. Even if the gowns of his that are on exhibit do suggest a clear respect for her lines. But. Still. Shows of famous dead artists should not be used to advance the work of shameless living ones.