Notes 1

1. I am officially a city biker. An out of shape and meandering one, but riding with traffic isn't half as terrifying as I originally anticipated.
2. Allen called again this morning. We chatted, briefly. Among the things he said were "I was worried you wouldn't call back; I was about to erase you from my head," and he also reiterated that he works twelve hours a day, seven days a week. "I have a lot of money, so... if you ever need any..." I declined, graciously and laughing. Said I needed a job. He agreed and told me that a job builds self esteem, but he was still holding the offer.
   
3. I rode down toward Steel and followed the train tracks toward the blast furnaces, edging along the fence. I think I've found my way in.
4. I need to buy a wire cutter.
   
5. Ivy grows along the windows in my room casting a soft green light on the walls. I can open the screen and sit on the sill. Perfect.
   
6. Found a darkroom, which is promising. I won't necessarily have to travel to New York to process film. Good news.
7. Time to read short stories on my porch. Ciao!