Then I checked in on the nearby Starbucks, had a large latte, read some of A Room of One's Own, which I had gotten well into and then distracted from by some other book a while back. From there to Mervyn's. I am thinking about buying something new to wear next Friday for the play and hoped for ideas. Didn't get any. Instead, I bought a small table grill, which was on sale. I was thinking, all those wonderful veggies, plus some peppers I already have, maybe I could get some eggplant, and it would all grill so beautifully.
Back home, listening to Rachmaninoff's first piano concerto, thinking about love. It's hard to listen to Rach without thinking of love.
Simba has made his way into my lap here, is purring, washing himself, grabbing a hand when he can and licking it.