yesterday

Sat outside enjoying the archetypal autumn weather eating Korean food while listening to a bluesy duo playing "Route 66" accompanied by occasional trains. (The last train hit its cue perfectly. The singer's cry of "We paid the train's driver to do that!" almost seemed believable.) Wandered around the farmers market, buying fresh apples and butternut squash and muscadines of the scuppernong type. Half an hour before the market closed, I wandered again, no longer hunting for anything to buy this week, just looking and smelling and listening and talking. Came home after sunset, put food away, and carried some literature to my room, my hands smelling of perfumed oils.

Whinge

( You guys, I really, *seriously* need a life. )