My massive incompetence surfaced again this morning, when I had to meet my friend at her apartment in Beacon Hill at 8 o'clock to pick up the i.d. that I left there last night, that I needed to even get into the building where I work.
All was okay, though, because it meant that I had an hour to walk from Charles Street to the South End, so I got a latte and took some pictures.
I am kind of in love with my city.
Now I am going watch Castle with a mug of hot cider, and then read The English Patient before bed. (I am loving The English Patient, by the way. It's so good!)
Good night, internet!