But lord I'd forgotten how noisy this machine is.
Meanwhile, I broke my single cocktail glass from the Geckos down the street. And the Korean takeout nearly-next-door to work closed abruptly last week: lease up, not renewed, new owners, good-bye. Since the first notice we had of this was the sign that went up on Wednesday as the staff cleared everything out, it was a shock and a half. And it was *good* Korean, and they had diet Pepsi at need, and though I never learned anyone's name they all knew me from the- how long was it? five years? eight?- that they were open. Change is indeed vexatious to the soul.