Well, that was taken of. The water felt good. I like the shower in my new apartment. It gets just the right temperature and just the right pressure. I didn’t shave ’cause I felt it was in te calling for the day. I have a few very, very tentaive plans set up for around lunch time but I think I’ll wait and see how things are going. The sky looks like rain. The sky looks like it wants to rain. So, things may become desperately brief. I changed th music to the Velvet Underground’s Sweet Jane, an entirely appropriate song for after eleven. I looked out from my balcony and decided that it would be soon time to start setting up Sunday aperitivos at my place. I mean, that is partially why I got the flat in the first place. Now it’s time to head out and find a newspaper. I think I’ll skip Opencor (the convenience store across the street). They get enough of my business. In fact I still have to pick up by new knife I got on shopping points. Clara says I should get the peeler. I had my eyes set on the big butcher knife…but I guess it’ll have to be the peeler in the end. You can’t really go wrong with one anyway, that’s what I always say.
