The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
September 19, 2004

The South Wing

It's an embarrassing tale to tell, so let's just leave it at this: I acquired the Jamba Juice operator's manual a while back. This morning I got cracking on a few of their recipes. At one point I had all the blenders in the house going. No breakthroughs yet, but I did get a blend potent enough to fuel a few minutes under the pick in the back yard. The wading pool is coming along nicely. I need to start thinking about landscaping as I am tearing up quite a bit of sod. With Manolo back, I put him to work opening the south wing for Sammy Shepard. There is no south wing of course, but that's my code for Manolo to make sure the sheets in the guest suite are fresh. I catch myself napping there.