This morning's view of the bridge.
Second Week, Second day
He's never, ever ever going to stop coughing. I know it. I did let him know that the kind folks who don't know him have advocated for not bludgeoning him to death with the toaster. He was grateful for your support. I need another scotch... I've been spending a lot of time at Apartment Therapy . How old is too old to not want a pirate ship bed and a chandelier to swing from? This evening I took a solo trip into The Beloved City to Lush for Mix's birthday gift, lovely girly girl stuff. The whole place smells to high heaven. Outside the shop, the scent-phobic husbands huddle wincing when the door opens, errant drifts of jasmine engulfing them. When we lived in Seattle, we'd drive north to Vancouver for the hand-cut noodles, the gelato and Lush. More than once a funny look was delivered by the Border Guard when we revealed the only purchases to be $200 worth of soap. Once I had an enormously tall beautiful olive colored Canadian clap his hands and insist that there was ...
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