Coffee, Pranzo, Flebo
An unusually cool 75-degree day has me in a long linen shirt and leggings! A nice breeze over the rooftops I woke up to a sunny, beautiful day; breezes blowing through the apartment. I was becoming so accustomed to the heat, today feels almost cold! It's nice to pull the linen shirt and leggings out of the wardrobe, as I know this little respite will not last. Ettore, although feeling much better, wants to play at nonna's this morning. I said ok; I will go work on the shower drain, which I think is full of my hair. Elena said, "Go to the store, even at CRAI; there you will find Mister Muscolo in an orange bottle. It will clear it, even the hair". If this is true, I will bring back a suitcase of it! Before going out, I checked some bank statements and read some of the latest information on Joe's grandson Everett, who is still in the hospital. As I finally put on my shoes to leave, I heard a soft knock and "Kah-ren, are you there? Have you seen Ettore?" It