The rain.

Still at the escuela and it is 23.36 on the clock. Think its almost time to depart and head to my weekly date with Grace.

Yesterday was so much nicer than today. Luckily, I think most of my work for tomorrow is done.

It is almost time for me to translate myself into Mandarin; that and I have yet to receive my voter card for the NY—once the license is gone, all non-personal ties to the CA may be gone…for now at least.

L—sorry for forgetting to call you back tonight, we must catch I [heart] Huckabees this week.

Off to the mother ship…