A movie night with a paranoid Humphrey Bogart, a motor-mouthed Walter Huston, and a gaggle of bandits and burros.
The first stages of packing: DVDs and CDs in shoeboxes and books in Yaffa blocks.
I sometimes become the sort of person who isn't at peace unless she has something to worry about.
We sit down to a meal of hamburgers and coleslaw. Our conversation unfolds mostly in variations of "mmmm, this is the best hamburger ever!"
The black plastic bag dances in the wind like an imp, taunting the customers at the café.
A cold wind blasts into the city, agitating litter and telephone poles.
The afternoon takes a turn for the absurd with a hunt for a new toilet seat.