I’m happily and weirdly ensconced in the Tower of Books. In some ways the Aerie feels like another wing of it. Here we are facing East instead of West; here we are full of books instead of toys; both support immense swathes of indoor greenery and perch atop a landscape full of trees. Deciduous here, coniferous there.
I am sleeping enough (possibly too much, if that’s a thing) and today I am asking for an expedition, so we’re going to go downtown and go to a bookstore.
I haven’t bought a return ticket. Honest to Christ, I don’t want to.
LATER. I should be back in Vancouver 5ish on Saturday.
seeing Tammy tomorrow. I resent you time but you don’t treat everyone the same either. Want more Catherine and definitely Jan.
Pippin is pawing at me.
