It's Saturday morning--bright, brilliant, quiet. Brent, the general manager who poured "medicine" down the throat of my blocked drain earlier this week, is power-washing the small area outside my flat. Thus far I have answered a few emails, set up Pat's dusty, old sewing machine, and booked tickets to the Coral Island for spring break. But for now, I am about to do two loads of laundry then go for a run to the stone quarry I found the other day in the jungle. Perhaps later I will sew curtains for my classroom. I really do like my Saturdays.
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