sunday

today is the first real snow of the winter - dusting the sidewalks, sticking to my eyelashes, keeping me indoors. i stayed in bed until ten-thirty this morning reading and looking out the window. the house is quiet - both roommates have left for the weekend - and i had nothing to hurry me out of my bed. i made a latte and wrote a few emails. hopped on the train and saw john's studio on capitol hill. it started to snow as i was walking between the capitol and the library of congress. i felt like the only person alive surrounded by these massive roman-like buildings. it's so quiet and desolate there on the weekends, in a good way. john and i went to tuncliff's for bagels and french toast. i tried to help john with his budget (he has $30 to last him ten days; a reoccurring theme) and we stopped by capitol hill books where i bought an anthology of poetry by erica jong (try january in new york). the bookseller is an older eccentric man who either loves you or hates you depending on the day. today he loved me which was a nice surprise.