Memela

Yesterday I entered the subway station after my yoga practice and saw some books in the book exchange bin.

Last weekend I hosted two Argentinian sisters.

On Thursday I woke up early to go with V. to the fertility clinic.

The update to A beautiful connection.

Post-lunch stupor writing.

Some days I have nothing to write about, but I still need to write.

This weekend I atended a picnic organized by members of Couchsurfing, a beautiful young lady showed up accompanied by a young man.

I write a public entry every day, something inbetween a personal blog and a journal.

This morning I debated whether to take the bike or the subway to work.