I seem to always feel cold, since I was in my twenties, and I seem to always have an animal print blanket, whether in Italy, or here, or wherever I go. I can imagine myself with an animal print blanket in the Sahara (by the way, I could have done with one when I was there in November). Yesterday, I pulled it out for the first time since June. It's a sign that summer is coming to an end. Anyway, it does have a lot of folds. And so does my hand. My hands are very long and thin, they seem weak but they are not - they are a good book to read my life.