It’s a Tom Waits pun. And, obviously, I need to clean my apartment.
Yeahh. I really do this. If I can’t have fun with the ridiculous mailboxes, there is no point. And, BTW, my downstairs neighbor and I finally talked at length. She grew up in Ireland and did live in Chicago and now she lives here. She’s awesome, and we had a long talk about the Chagall Mosaic.
BTW. So Accents. She isn’t from Ireland, she’s from… Eiiighhh-ueerr-lund. Have to admit I kinda swooned a little.
Vacation(s) – East and West – post to follow next week, but it’s been a tough one. Keep punching.