It’s finally Friday noon.
I’m lying on the sofa in the living room, re-reading ‘The Invention of Solitude’ by Paul Auster (didn’t remember how good it was).
Booblik the cat is next to me, sensitive to every small movement.
And on the radio Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong do Summertime. How perfect is that?
נפלא :)
נהדר, אוהב מאד את מריחת הטיפקס