There is some superb sax playing somewhere on State Street, which is just a block away. I’ve been listening to it for the past hour, and really, I should go look for the musician—but I’ve taken my shower, and I’m just ready to relax into some quiet peace. This is my last night in the apartment. I’m going to miss it—which I’ve said again and again in these entries—but that’s just the way it is. This place has been my home for the past four years.
Ah, well. Life goes on.