16 August 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

I found the post office after getting the wrong directions from the young guy at Starbucks and the right directions from a couple older gentU.en in the street.  The woman at the counter was a small, white middle-aged woman in a blue muslim outfit with a name tag that was distinctly Islamic.  She complained that she was quitting coffee because her husband asked her to, but that this was difficult because as a child she was raised on milk and warm coffee.  I sent three postcards to Argentina.

In the afternoon, I finished the caucuses and at the end of the evening Aaron broke out an excellent rosé called Domaine de Fontsainte from the Cote de Provence region, and we picked through some miscellaneous scenes in intense detail.