Imagine that your lover who brings you a breakfast in bed every morning for three months suddenly stops.

For the last 100 days, every Monday, I wrote you this newsletter with the same pleasure as if I was bringing you a breakfast in bed.

And this is one will be the last one.

How are you on this first Monday of the summer? I hope well and even better.

I'm missing having guests at la Salle A Manger (SAM), imbuing the space with their conversations, laughs, pleasures, dreams, smiles, hungers and much more...

So this week, I invited for our Monday "rendez-vous" a sunny and solar, bright and radiant guest. Last February, for their residency at The Invisible Dog, we were sharing a meal at SAM with their marvelous friends, "tirant des plans sur la comète*" as we say in French.

It's such a fabulous Monday! Why?

The answer is Brooklyn!

And sorry if you live on Central Park West, in a barn upstate NY, in a cute studio in the Marais in Paris, on an idyllic island in Greece, in a glass palace in Jaipur, or in a cabanon on the charming port of Malmousque in Marseille.

It's still Monday but the fight has shifted. We were slowly emerging from three months of fear, confinement and introspection to dive straight away into confidence, protest and demonstration.

It's Monday, and Memorial Day in the United States.

Talking about memory is talking about the past, the present and the future.

I don't want to talk about the future, there is enough about it everywhere: new world, new age, new intentionality, new beginning, new normal, brand new, new New-York, new futures, and even the old Roosevelt's new deal.

It's Monday, and Memorial Day in the United States.

Talking about memory is talking about the past, the present and the future.

I don't want to talk about the future, there is enough about it everywhere: new world, new age, new intentionality, new beginning, new normal, brand new, new New-York, new futures, and even the old Roosevelt's new deal.

"Monday, all my troubles seemed so far away..."

It could be the lyrics of a famous song where we all wake up from a paradoxical sleep, in the same bed...

Don't dream. For now, it's just paradoxical realness:

Look at my friend Raffy, I don't have a friend named Raffy, I just made it up, she is a dancer in New York City. She lost most of her income, contracts, gigs, maybe her housing. She is without health insurance, trying desperately to enroll for unemployment, she's been humiliated by the application process for emergency grants but despite this, she is still throwing virtual parties and zoom celebrations.

Paradoxical you would say? Not at all, just the way things are.

Picture a week without a Monday.

The French expression says: "Y'a des jours avec, et des jours sans" (there are days with, and days without).

Today was a day without. Awake at 4am, I had a coffee, a bowl of granola with fresh raspberries, I opened my computer to write this newsletter and I found myself without an idea. But we have an appointment, and I'm obsessed with punctuality.

Hahaha, I'm laughing, it's Monday, again and this letter is longer than usual.

Let's talk about these little secret pleasures we all have secretly (I insist) developed lately. Because I'm dying to know about yours, I'm going to confess mine: I kept all my appointements, engagements notes, events, reminders etc etc on my calendar, I did not delete one of them when the confinement started.

How are you today? "Like a Monday" we like to answer in France. 

Mondays are usually day off at The Invisible Dog since weekends are very busy: exhibitions, performances, weddings, bar mitzvahs, fairs, meetings on the bench, friends visiting, visitors becoming friends, dinners at la Salle A Manger, receptions, parties, after parties, after after parties, coffees, naps...

It's Monday, again! I hope you are doing well.

Now that we found more or less our daily routine, we still have to deal with nights and dreams, you know this kind of awkward and confusing dreams mixing up reality, fantasy, non sense, truth...

It happened to me last night: I was Anne Pasternak.

Happy anniversary! One month we have been confined in NYC.

While we are home, marvelous things are happening around the globe...or just around the corner.

That's why, as a gift to celebrate this anniversary, I offer you a world tour in "Home Class" (much better than in First class, trust me), to visit some beloved friends with beautiful imagination and delicious stories to tell.

Did I wake you up from your daily nap?

This week, I was so surprised to discover that many of my friends are doctors, epidemiologists, economists, experts all of kind, prime ministers and even presidents, a gallery of potential Nobel Prize who have opinions and solutions on everything.

Another week starts and why don't we make it addictive with a chocolate therapy?

"What a wretched life a lady's maid leads! From morning till night working, sweating and toiling, and after all one's done there's nothing for oneself! I've been beating this for half an hour, And now the chocolate's ready; yet though my tongue's hanging out, must I just stand and smell it? Aren't my tastes just like yours?
O dearest ladies, You have the substance and I only the smell!
Damnit, I'm going to try it."

Happy to see you again.

First a story: after I sent the previous newsletter, I got this email:

"LOOSING? At least spell it correctly.Bill, a reader in Manhattan"
Bill wasn't happy that I wrongly spelled "losing". Fair. But he did not know that I love to receive and answer to emails:
"Doooon't lose your goood moooood for soomething sooo smol.Lucien, a writer from Brooklyn" He emailed me back, gentleman: "I enjoy your column".
Bill, if you still read me, *thank you*, I loove you! Truly.

It's already Monday.

According to some insider informations I got from a friend who has a friend who has a niece who works in same company than a guy who is married to this person who works for a kind of research lab - he was vague when he told me that, it seems that the guy wants to remain anonymous - we are loosing the sense of the time thanks to the confinement.

How are you feeling today people from all over the world?

The world is doing pretty well if you only look at the good news: clear water flows through Venice, French are complaining, Italian are singing, Iranian are celebrating and everyone is cooking, watching experimental movies, playing cards, being friends again, having long phone conversation and trying to stay fit. We have never been so busy.

Such a beautiful sky in NYC today. In Boerum Hill, our beloved neighborhood, there is almost no traffic and we can hear birds singing all day long.

As The Invisible Dog remains closed, we have never been so busy trying to stay in touch with you and offer you some entertaining moments while we are confined at home.