In theory I really like the idea of a “two sentences per day” journal, but in practice when I do it I find it reads like unintentional vague posting.
Three book stores in one day, could have been five if I’d had my druthers and gone on a Wednesday. Somehow there’s enough room in my luggage for it all, at least in part because I showed admirable restraint.
Brunch with friends, lembas bread, my favorite band. A perfect day in the town I hope to someday call home.
