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August 14, 2015
The bird clock chirps from the kitchen and the museum train rolls by every hour. We are sharing space here and I am trying to crawl out from under this anxiety thing. The clock chimes five o'clock and we are actually waiting for the temperature to drop so we can walk downtown and check out the melon festival. This will be our third night there. The first night it rained hard and we sat in a coffee shop watching everyone get wet out on the street. The second night we listened to the band and there goes that thing again.