Jean-Léon Gérôme’s “Le Barde Noir” (top) and Henri Matisse's "Sur la Terrasse."
Have gone through two boxes of tissues today.
Appear to have slept in clothes under Manhattan Bridge.
Hair doing something very, very suspicious.
Colleague coats himself with Purell when I approach.
Does this mean I deserve a box of fruit-shaped marzipan? I think it does.