I spent the day with Norman on Saturday. I'm really beginning to love our little rituals and time spent together. Not just love it, but to be secure in it, to wake up not feeling displaced or worried.
This past Saturday, we went to the Clinton Street Fair. There was almost nothing to do at the Clinton Street Fair unless you wanted to spent 40 dollars and go on all the A&M rides twice. Oh, and you could salmonella (and/or hepatitis) from a food vendor for a few modest dollars. We opted for the rides instead. I made Norman promise to kiss me at the top, which he did.
The sky was bluer than I have seen a Binghamton sky in probably a good two or three years. The trees are changing colors and the