Lunch at home alone.

Then the Selecta man buzzed by with his cart playing its haunting, music-box melody. It always brings me back to my days in the U.S. Embassy, when I would hear it all the way from the octagon.  

Bought a Twin Pops, a Kimy Tongue, and a KitKat drumstick. I seem to like drumsticks for their cones, but they always make me thirsty afterward, as though, once ingested, they absorb every ounce of water in my body.

Jay and Bertod sat beside the small loggia. Jay just arrived from his night shift.