Y is for Yellow. One of my favorite colors but so hard to wear without looking silly. Or huge.
Y is for Yawn. I'm so tired all the time, but, I swear, I'm not pregnant.
Y is for Yes. Molly Bloom: Yes, yes, oh yes.
On my way home from Union Station yesterday afternoon I was alarmed to see that several blocks were cordoned off by police tape, plus several fire trucks, police cruisers closing off the street, and one stray out of service Metro bus. Where it came from I have no idea as buses don't go down that particular street. There was a fire in one of the rowhouses nearby and four fire fighters were injured. MoBob was already at home so I called him to meet me on the corner nearest our street and we walked back together - he said he'd heard a lot of sirens earlier.
The same evening we made a pilgrimage to Target. I try not to go too often because I always end up spending more than I intend. It was a big accomplishment that last night's total was less than $100. The Halloween stuff was already picked over and the Christmas items were already out. Unbelievable.
I'm getting excited about my upcoming trip to Lyon and Brussels. I'll be in Brussels for a week, including a weekend, and I've just talked to a former grad school classmate who's working there. We've met up in Paris and Geneva and I'm glad we're continuing this tradition.