A bitchy remark, battery/starter incident, 22.5-mile ride, more second-hand smoke…
I was up early this morning, 7:30ish, unheard of for me, really. Late morning, I made a bitchy little comment to Robert, and he left shortly after that. I felt bad. After about an hour, he returned with the sweetest cantaloupe ever, which he’d bought two of — one for me — on the Flea … Read more