Tired from the nine hundred year long shift last night. According to the clock, it was the usual few hours. According to the back, I deserved a good shrieking for making it endure what felt like nine hundred years. Back people will know what a shrieking back is. I wish mine were more talented and could produce bel canto, or do comedy, or something. Alas. So today I am re-arranging this week's gigs slightly to make the back happy. Fortuitously, I picked up one teeny assignment that is conveniently located just one block from where I personally need to be. Suhweet!
My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a chilly Christmas morning. (Mary Quant)