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Spent the night by the side of the road under the Spanish Peaks
I have no idea why the car double-parked directly beneath my office window is blasting classical guitar at half past midnight, but I'm honestly really enjoying it. Usually the music people blast from their cars is much more bass-heavy. This is remarkably soothing. [edit] And someone from the next house over called the cops on it. Dammit.
(There is not much to report about today: it was the kind of unromantically exhausted, brain-AWOL sick day where mostly I coughed a lot and stared into space and did very little of practical use, which I hate, although I did manage to bake a loaf of banana bread and unpack four more boxes of books. We have a pot of basil on the back porch now, which I am hoping not to kill.)
(There is not much to report about today: it was the kind of unromantically exhausted, brain-AWOL sick day where mostly I coughed a lot and stared into space and did very little of practical use, which I hate, although I did manage to bake a loaf of banana bread and unpack four more boxes of books. We have a pot of basil on the back porch now, which I am hoping not to kill.)