Friday.

Tired.  Worked all day.  Stupid bench brief.  Watching What Not to Wear.  Can't move - just learned that the next show on TLC is a whole fracking show about picking out wedding dresses - I'm totally going to watch it.

That is all.

(Update - Oh my god - its at Kleinfelds - this is the bomb!)

I Really Am Here

There has been, shall we say, some ambivalence about the move - not about being in DC - but about *not* being in Chicago.  I miss my peeps.  I miss knowing where everything is.  I miss knowing that good croissant are attainable (even if I only eat them 2 or 3 times a year).

But now my stuff is scheduled to join me.  I'm here, and here to stay, so time to accept it - and part of acceptance is, of course, reporting on the goings on out here.  So here, without further ado (drum roll please) badabadabadabadabum       ...     is my journey to work.

VdW's abode - he has been the primary victim of my ambivalence - I'm not so much moving out of his house so fast.  I anticipate loneliness when I go.  I will be sad.  And yet, the move *is* scheduled.

On the way to the metro - the brick sidewalks - they reek of the picturesque, yes - but it sure makes reading while walking more challenging.  (I'm reading Brideshead Revisited by the way - for the first time.  I find it excellent - like a British F. Scott Fitzgerald.)

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Eastern Market is my current stop.  There was a fire in the actual Eastern Market, so it is not operating right now, at least not in its historical digs, so I did not take a picture of it.

The metro.  DC trains - and train stations, are freakishly, Orwelianly clean.

Arriving at the work end - Clarendon.  More tomorrow.