Today never ended. I met with clients, then went up to a house in Hermitage that DBF is helping a friend’s mother sell. The realtor hadn’t been to the house in 2 months, and neither had the people DBF hired to finish the painting or cut the grass. The windows to the house were still hanging open. In the words of Myron Cope, “What a debacle!”

After dealing with the absentee realtor, we went out with another of DBF’s friends, and DBFF’s daughter. I found a nice moka pot for $5. I’ll have details tomorrow on how they are at making stovetop espresso. I found a 1. liter carafe over at the Goodwill store for $1.50, a nifty iHome pillow for $3 off, and a tin of Bentley’s Jasmine white tea for $4 . Good fun is tasteless. Good tea is tasty.

DBF napped and I drove on the way home. For the record, I don’t like how VW golfs handle, and his is a diesel with a temperamental 5-speed manual transmission to boot. I only stalled it twice!

I’ve gotten into the habit of, while driving down crosstown boulevard, to take a careful look at the parkway ahead of me and, if I see three lanes of solid congestion, I take the boulevard of the allies home through Schenley Park. It’s 11 and I’m tired. The melatonin must be kicking in.