A mosquito, thoughtfully, bit me near my eye and I tossed a bag of sea soil all over myself. Blurry-soil-between- the-toes good name for a racehorse.

Mary Beth Knechtel’s book The Goldfish That Exploded made my Sunday. I laughed v loudly. I will share some snips shortly.

Today I made  a serious investment in a spirit level (?). It shows that everything in this apartment is crooked except one Tin Tin picture and a few pieces of art that my partner hung up.