Neighborhood

Sitting here having a glass of wine trying to finish a recap for work.  Church bells are playing.
Ebe is asleep on the fur and Jace is working on homework.

Every night around 11 pm someone in our neighborhood starts playing the trumpet.  I like it so much that I feel sad when I hear it because I anticipate a time when I will no longer be able to hear it.

Watching: The Year My Voice Broke and Flirting

Eating: Ethiopian food for lunch, salami and cheddar chive cheese on thickly sliced sesame bread for dinner

Reading: Daniel Pinkwater

Erica Iman

Crusties are a must-ys.