It's raining. Through the wall, I can hear the student band next door practice. It's like being in some Bavarian nightmare, with Simon & Garfunkel and Herman's Hermits transformed by the wall and the patter of the rain into raggedy oompah-oompah horrors. Turning up the Brecht/Weill helps, but doesn't block it out completely.
My abs hurt from the gym, and I have to pack up the contents of my home into boxes for transportation. I know I can't see the niece and nephew tomorrow because of it; there's no time. There's something about spending time with under-fives that can really lift the spirits. As long as you can keep them off the junk food and sweets, anyhow...
My abs hurt from the gym, and I have to pack up the contents of my home into boxes for transportation. I know I can't see the niece and nephew tomorrow because of it; there's no time. There's something about spending time with under-fives that can really lift the spirits. As long as you can keep them off the junk food and sweets, anyhow...
