and all is well. George was just dropped off at the North Berkeley BART. He is on a long and deadly combination of flights and won’t get to Vienna till late tomorrow afternoon. Something about someone else making the reservation. Thus he is booked on British Airways of all things with a plane change at Heathrow (cue sympathetic groan here). Noah doesn’t have to be at work till 1500. Julia headed down the hill to UCBerkeley’s library. Shana is stopping by later.
But right now the house is MINE!
I can have total silence. Or listen to an audio book without headphones. I can look out the new dining room windows at the Bay Bridge. I could go and soak in the hot tub without sharing. I could even wander back down to the Himalayan Fair if I really wanted to, but they honestly don’t have anything more interesting than I found in Nepal.
Live Oak Park
Momos
Work on my puzzle
old Cunard Travel poster
Of course, my peace and quiet isn’t going to last, the windows are only partly replaced and the workers will be back in the next couple of days. But I can dream, can’t I?
