Meanwhile, morning arrives gray and soggy. It's a good day to clean the basement, sort through old files. Only that's not what I want to be doing on July 3!
Tomorrow will be better, they say. Until then, I pile the books beside me. Four from the library yesterday and another, electronic one I couldn't find in hard copy. That's the one I'm reading now.
I'm in war-worn Berlin, riding the U-bahn, hungry, cold and afraid. Is it raining? Is it dry? Who cares?