day three, and still going
another page and a half, this morning, after our swim at the pool on the top floor, looking out over an overcast city, which itself came after some burnt toast on the ground floor gave us an unwanted morning wake up call:
there were 4 separate fire trucks and at least two other support vehicles here. i know it was a false alarm and i’m very sorry for the unnecessary use of resources, but i’m glad there were more rather than less, in case it was real. this is one of the many reasons that i’ve never had a problem paying taxes and which always amazes me when people complain about them.
when the alarm went off, though, my first thought was the sheaf of highly flammable paper i’ve been writing on. i got those together before i got my own clothes on.