My car is old. The air conditioning was not working on my trip, and it was sweltering. At least coming home the sky was leaden with clouds, so I did not mind it as much. Mabel was not happy though, panting in the back seat.
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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