Hello there, dear friends. I just arrived this morning, and I have a good hour before the Bea arrives. I’m sipping my coffee, checking email, and I just ate a banana.
Eating fruit in a no-food zone is rather risky, I know. But discarding it can be trickier. When I tossed my banana peel, I could see it was the lone cowboy in an otherwise empty trash can. I have to think of how I can bury the evidence so that the Bea doesn’t see it. But what to use? The custodial staff diligently changes the trash every night. A blessing and a curse, friends. I think I’ll have to remove some paper from the recycling bin to bury this evidence. I owe you one, Earth.
I’m sensing that the Bea will be here sooner than expected. I’m pretty sure she’ll tell me that I look tired, and she’ll point out the bags under my eyes as examples. Oh Bea, how I love thee.
