August 12, 2019

The other night as we were leaving the parking garage, the gate was open and the booth unmanned and we could have driven out for free, but I watched as the two cars in front of my dutifully inserted their credit cards, then I did too, and I watched the car behind me stop and do the same. It did cross my mind just to drive away. It did cross my mind that it was a free night for some reason. . . . but. . .  we were either slavish or honorable. Can’t be sure which.

Mole annihilating my yard. Try to take it in stride, by I think he’s being gratuitously destructive.