Sundays are Meant for Sitting

And Ian and I have mastered that.  After a quick trip to the market, we spent the whole day just like this:

It's strange living without a couch or different rooms to wander in and out of.  I imagine this is what it would feel like to live in a hotel.  We've been watching "t.v." and munching on fruit and veggies all day.  Very Roman; or at least that's how I've imagined Romans lived ever since I learned that they took their meals in a reclined position.

We have our meeting tomorrow at 11:30.  It's been changed to the Goam campus, which means there's some chance that Julia will be there.  Maybe she'll have remembered my name.

Good night!