May 27, 2012

My dearest,

Outside it’s warm, stifling almost. We have the air-conditioning up high inside the apartment. I made us some juice from a mix of apple, pear, ginger and lime. You are reading a Chinese fantasy novel online; I’m reading “A Game of Thrones” on my notebook. The day passes slowly. There isn’t much to do. No hurry.

Who doesn’t love a quiet weekend?

Yours, ever and always.