11,111

11,111 días de soltero. No más.

"Married... Married... Married! (...)"

Ya es mañana. A dormir ahora.

My terrace and green

My terrace and a little green in front of it. My life on that green. I age fifty years every time I sit here; it is my favorite place.

I always get to share this green: Each time there is one hopping, watching; assessing. They must live quite close (maybe somewhere in the green). Last year, last week (whatever) I gave them bread.

Mother appears; she packs Christmas from the terrace. Nico atento; wants to star again. Mother hands him the script; he just shakes his tail. I swear I would pay to see them always.

"One of these mornings (...)"

The best day since I got here. Late breakfast and unusual reminiscing chat with parents: I was just 15, 15 years ago!

Got to drive Vanessa up to Miraflores; empty streets and music: Unbeateable combination.

Back home, watched the same Plus TV shows for the third time these last two days (would do it another three times).

Nap time; napped like crazy.

Made the most of remaining daylight standing in the garden having arthicoke pye. Mother's artichoke pye.

Just a few moments ago: Parents having dinner, while I'm at the terrace watching 'Miami Vice' (2006). Nico wondering around. The best day since I got here.