Sunday, November 28, 2004
Goodnight, moon
After a long, long day of travel—time to slide the suitcase under my tiny bed in the room under the stairs at The Mighty Corrente Building; I'll deal with unpacking, and the laundry that comes from unpacking, later. Like maybe just before my next trip....
And tomorrow I'll catch up, I swear. Especially on the vegetables thing.
And tomorrow I'll catch up, I swear. Especially on the vegetables thing.