March 17, 2010.

I'm french pressing now, the coffee is weaker until I sort the grind out. It's sunny, chilly still and I'm anxious as to whether or not my plants will sustain the light loss we've incurred by renting this whole of an apartment. It's a room, cozy enough for one, room enough for two. Matman comes soon, from E-town. We'll go on our escapades together when the beam calls his will and the city beckons my fire.