No photos on a rainy day. That was dumb. Rainy days are evocative. They change the tone of a city, a street, a person. Oh well.
This was a deliciously, never-ending rainy day. The kind of day where you watch old movies on your couch and don't feel bad.
I met my friend Andrew at the diner on 86th and Columbus. Love that place. I asked the waitress who has worked there for 50 years for grapefruit juice three times. She brought orange. I loved that.
I worked at home and worked hard. Loved that.
Went out in the rain and went to the gym to take this class I love. I loved that.
Got home and made dinner and watch a Swedish mystery. I loved that.