My 1:30 appointment is ten minutes late, and I don’t have another until 2:30, so there’s a slim but quite delicious chance I’ll have some free time. Gasp! Whatsoever will I do with myself? Why, I could even – shudder to think of it – eat lunch.
I know!
My afternoon is almost relaxed – only 6 more meetings, including this possible no show. Maybe I can get in some shopping after all. Or perhaps I should save my money for all the shoe repair I’ll need to do when I get home – between the cobblestones and the moving walkways, I just lost another heel tip.
Though I have arranged for a massage tomorrow evening if I survive the rest of the fair.
-P.S.- He showed up, so this is time-delayed.
Just to catch you up – Star Breaker became a Hero of the City last night. (I wasn’t there. Things are… strained between him and Avocet again. Although not as bad as I/Avo had feared!)
The hills are alive with the sound of Germans. Sell rights. Come home. Bring us stuff.