good morning, baltimore

I am blogging from the second-floor bedroom-with-balcony of this three-story house where I get to coast for the month of July. It’s walking distance to Hopkins. I am house-sitting for a friend from Poland, his self-maintaining cat, and his wife’s beautiful community garden. I get to eat all the green beans I want.

Having spent 24 hours on the train from Chi-town to B-more leaves me in little shape to be pithy. I just wanted to point out that I’m here, and I will be here for two years. What a relief, to know that something has been decided.

I am unable to stop categorizing posts.