I woke up to a hot review of BACK OF THE HOUSE, which appeared in a North Carolina newspaper, and then waited to decide what to do this morning. The penne arrabiata last night? Delicious. The croissant with my name on it later today? Priceless.
The A/C is down on the second floor where I sleep and the truck outside the window is nature’s way of saying that it’s time to get started on the day.
So much to do, golly.
First, the dogs. Then the iced black coffee. Then the order for more coffee from Porto Rico in NYC. Then supplies for the long week ahead.
The city is empty, as usual, and soon I’ll stock up.