Entertaining myself has become somewhat of a task.
I don't not look forward to it, but like any fix the act of amusing just gets, well, bigger.
Yesterday, on a forced day off from work I called up Anton and asked him if I could come in for that tour he'd scheduled for me on Friday. It was raining, but I slipped into my nice clothes and fancy shoes and navigated puddles while dodging the weather from awning to awning.
I was already amused. I should arrange meetings more often.
The giant French steel glass awning corralled checkered pants, white jackets and a plume of smoke and conversation. A marble Stair case and giant Mahogany doors later I'd entered the California Culinary Academy.