I was awakened rather, well, abruptly to the sound of my buzzer. I ran down the stairs to prove that I live here, and received my certification of address validation. In my jammies. Then, turned around and laughed at myself with the porter. Good morning, world. :)
I made an egg and toast for beakfast (because I can, because I have groceries). Enjoyed that. Then I suddenly had an entire day free, because it had earlier been blocked off for the police to come validate the address. So I called Mrs. Z, and decided I could easily spare the time to babysit while she got groceries and took a daughter to the doctor. So I hopped on the now-familiar subway and arrived in time for the dregs of an Uno game.
With two Z kids, I watched Thumbelina. Then I was bombarded wth stencilled masterpieces that now adorn my once-lonely, boring apartment wall.
Shortly after the Z parents returned, I headed home, wanting to evade public transport in the dark. I made dinner (pasta, carrots, zapatillo, olive oil, oregano), ate it, washed dishes, and decided I wanted coffee.
So, at 10:00 at night, I headed up Aguero. Got a cafe cortado (mostly espresso-strength coffee with a little frothy milk blended in), and it came with the customary tiny glass of club soda AND a few spoonfuls of vanilla gelato. Mmm. perfect.
Walked home without an issue, and am now headed for much-needed sleep! Chau chau.
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