5:18 pm-Packing up for home. The usual last night. Library, shop, home, dinner, bed, read. One of the few show I watch is the Unit-exciting. Today-kids up, breakfast, to school, to work, wanted a change of scenery so I walked to the Starbucks on the corner, got a hazelnut misto (that’s what the guy called it). Worked a bit, walked back, had lunch with the family, showed off the baby. More work.
Listening to: Randi Rhodes, Starbucks radio, DN!, Thom Hartmann
Page 23, Sentence 5: “In a city that buried its rivers, he observes, “rain still falls. It has to go somewhere.” The World Without Us