Down the canopied street behind the resevoir we strolled, looking at the pretty red maple leaves on the sidewalk, the new construction in the park, and some kind of drug bust taking place across from the park. We had no problem getting into Charlie's on Broadway, home of Seattle's Best Monte Cristo. I entertained
I realized I was feeling weepy and stressed out, like I just wanted to burst into tears over breakfast. I think I've just worked myself too damn hard the last two months. I've got nothing really to complain about (I thought as I curled up next to
We failed to find the album on our way back to the car, and now at 2 PM we're finally back home.