Monday

On Saturday, it was hot here. Like, eighty plus degrees hot. Sam and I went to the zoo, where the entire time I kept thinking "golly, it's hot. This is terrible." My birthday wish came true with a vengeance, since all of yesterday and today it's been rainy and mucky and cloudy. Happy birthday, indeed. This morning I washed some of my towels and realized, oh. It's wetter outside than inside. Also, there is a pervasive smell of crap lingering around the city. Wet crap.

In better, non-whiny news, I bought myself a cheap nylon zip bag yesterday at the Arab stores which are the only things open on Sunday, and am beside myself with how well it held all of my clothes. Now I won't have to sit on my suitcases to make them close.

I really, really want to post all of my London pictures at one go, but I'm just not feeling the energy right now so perhaps in a week or so when I don't even remember the trip anymore I'll go crazy with like, eight hundred posts as I am wont to do. On verra.

That's really it. It's an uncreative day.