November 22nd, 1979

Surprise midnight visit last night by David and his new girlfriend Denise. Wendy, still recovering from this awful bout with bronchitis, stayed in bed and wouldn’t come downstairs. So we three smoked dope and visited. This morning I was going out to buy cigarettes, and found David and Denise slowly walking up and down the street. They had lost a test tube full of dope last night and had returned thinking it had fallen out of the car. We found it and they came in for coffee and a haircut. First time Wendy and Denise had met. (David had even told Wendy she could no longer stay at his apartment when in New York because of his relationship with Denise)

Beautiful warm day– I’m supposed to be getting ready to go to Charlie and Vickie’s for Thanksgiving dinner. I find myself in a sort of quiet, not very sociable mood– rather hate to leave Wendy alone on a holiday– but she doesn’t want to, and is not well enough yet to go out. The city, typical of all holidays, is weirdly silent.

Wendy is giving the dogs baths and I am distractedly drinking beer and fretting about having to go to Charlie and Vickie’s– I want to loll about the house today and do nothing. Oh cut the crap, Larry; you’ve made plans for today– now carry them out.