I’ve done nothing today except reheat leftovers and look for information about the oil leak in Egypt.
It’s hot in the apartment.
Cat is laying on the floor in front of the fan.
The ankle thing has put a cramp in my style, but today I’m going to go for a walk. And take pictures of the things in my neighborhood that mean something to me. And I’m going to buy cherries from the Devon Market and I’m going to have a wonderful evening.
It’s going to be the perfect by yourself sort of day, the kind where you don’t clean and you don’t care.
I’m afraid to start packing because I’m not sure how it’s going to go. Mom wants Mike to fly out and then join me for the drive back. I’d be alright with that.