Small Muffins

I've finally settled in enough to get back to posting, which I announced would be fast and furious just before I went on a long break. My home internet connection has been problematic -- I bought a wireless card and haven't made it work yet. I don't have a phone. I need to get to a mall. I am cold.

My roommate works at Kramerbooks and Afterwords cafe near Dupont Circle, where I ate out on my first morning as a Washingtonian. I sat and stared out the window, wondering how I got here, enjoying the complimentary free mini-muffins they provide, drinking my free tiny orange juice. Across the street hung an Irish flag and I thought I was near the embassy. I was not. It was just a hotel full of liars.

My other roommate is still in India. Xavier is his name and no one seems to know what he does for a living.

In neighborhood news, there's a delightful place called the "Wafle Spot" down the street from my townhouse, and the local wags have a lot of fun with that. It's pronounced "WAY-full," if you ever come to visit. Everyone will know what you're talking about.

I'm hard at work editing a story about perchlorate levels. More as it develops.

By the way, anyone who wants to post here should feel free. This is a community site, and I hate looking at week-old posts.