This
morning I helped with my
grandparents' lawn, and then
followed my grandmother (she left
without us, because she thought
we had already
left) to
Emmigration Market for
sandwiches. I loaded some
junk from my
office into the
car (I should have gotten a
sidewalk parking pass, but didn't
think about it until I had already
fed the
meter), came
home,
slept, mowed the
lawn, ate
dinner, and wrote
this.
October 7, 1999October 8, 1999:r1October 9, 1999