Last weekend I spent the weekend at a ranchhouse near Marfa, Texas, (where the movie Giant was filmed) with a group of editors working on a manuscript. At the beginning and ending of each day, the Master Artist painted the sky for us. We followed Sunday's sunrise (seen here) with an ascent up a butte where we shared communion. Talk about your aesthetic sensibilities feeling satiated.

Marfa is to Texas what Santa Fe is to New Mexico. Our hostess, Joni Powers, arranged a Chinati Foundation tour for us of the minimalist artist, Donald Judd's, works. After that, we scoped out the local museum and The Marfa Book Company, peeked in the windows of the uber-cool Marfa Thunderbird Hotel, and shopped at the Hotel Paisano.

On Tuesday I got the okay from my doc to drive. On Thursday I turned in two book manuscripts, and on Friday morning I boarded a flight to West Texas. How's that for a transition out of the hospital bed?