I love the urban life. I really have to find myself an old ladies asylum in a city, any city. Actually, one block from this market – there is an old folks asylum – but it is a condo. And, I have convinced myself that I don’t want to own a condo. I have the soul of a renter – not an owner.
I got a few peaches at the market and log five miles on the FitBit today.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Turkey, swiss and coleslaw – one of my favs. And melon from yesterday’s trek to the Clarendon market.
