The dark cloud hanging over the rat's nest threatens the tranquility of the perch as we know it: No sea, no sun for the whole summer! The sentence was handed down yesterday by a jovial doctor who is alarmingly reminiscent of Father Jake aka Father Jack. Remember, it is not so easy to live where I live and do what I do and not spend the summer maxing on the beach...So I guess it'll be me and Precious (hopefully no precious offspring), looking for full shade and gazing long(distance)ingly at the water. The Dapster suggests picking up a new skill while I'm sitting there crying my fate...Any suggestions?
One of these days I am going to publish a pamphlet of manners for people who take P.T.
Next time when I'm not so tired, maybe I'll write about something really sad I saw on the train today. A young woman ranting about how her parents are trying to marry her off. I just wrote that to remind me which sad train scene I'm thinking of. There's more to it than that. Or the stacks of Bartleby-type ledgers at the tax office today. Should've had my cam.
Dormez bien.
