This week brings a little audit and so I am working at the department who funds across town from my office. This department rents space in a lovely old gothic red brick Baptist seminary with beautiful light and some fantastic lawn. I sit in the hallway with my laptop and very dubious internet connection, trying to be helpfull. We shall see how it goes.
For lunch Ms. Shar and I wandered out to Telegraph where there are a few very good cheap restaurants and a Beard Papas branch where Shar had her first vanilla cream puff. Crispy pate choux is pretty damn good.
I dare not get my hopes up but there may be a chance later in the year to move out of my broom closet of an office and into a place with ventilation and light.
Things around Casa del Leiderhosen are still kind of tense. I can't figure out why I can never be right and how we got to this. My closet has been reshuffled with a stash of italian water, my favorite chair and a stack of magazines, so now I have a retreat of my own and I feel better for it.