11 October 2012

Hotel San Francisco

Laura arrives in an hour and a half--or an hour--or perhaps two hours--to clean the apartment. I must shower and get the hell out of here. She does not want me around here under foot when she cleans, and I live in fear of her wrath.

I will therefore simply put up a photo that was somewhat popular in the other blog some time ago and get moving.

Late morning coffee at Hotel San Francisco.

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