City life

As I expected, now that I don’t have much reason to shop Facebook marketplace or plan home improvement projects, there is not much happening inside my head. It took me a few days of restlessness to remember that books might help. Yesterday morning Chris and I took a long walk to Newbury street and delighted ourselves with the forgotten treat of bookstore browsing. We trekked home with a stack of books and collapsed happily in our air conditioned apartment. Then Max called and coincidentally suggested a meet up at another bookstore. I marveled at the riches of 2 bookstore visits in a day. It also made me realize that our fancy amenity filled building does not have a library. We do have a kombucha machine though which goes very nicely with a freshly cracked spine.