magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Yesterday, Dave had mentioned the possibility of a trip out to Coney Island today, and told me he'd call if he and Abi (and whomever else) were going. I didn't hear for him, so either they didn't go or he just didn't call, but whichever I had more or less decided when I got up that I should stick around the neighbourhood today so that I could get domestic stuff like laundry and maybe some house cleaning done. I did the former, not much of the latter. But I think that clean clothes are worth a lazy Sunday at home.