Walked down to the cash machine at lunch; Alpha gave me all her money last night when we went to an Italian restaurant for dinner because she likes the man to pay when we go out and is embarassed to be seen giving me the money to pay with right there at the table so she always does it beforehand and I forgot to return her change. I got the money and strolled around in search of something to eat. It began to sprinkle lightly, but the high humidity and generally dark appearance of the sky motivated me to cut short my walk. I found a “super”market where I bought some pineapple juice, honey-roasted peanuts and an ice-cream sandwich. Outside the rain, just in from France, started falling. A poor little fat kid was running down the sidewalk, running for his life, as if he had a bus to catch or foxes were chasing him; running in that syncopated fat kid way where their bones move, followed a split second later by their fat. “Poor little fat kid,” I thought. And a woman at the crosswalk kept trying to cross against the light, and kept nearly getting run over. I was tempted to explain to her what the red and green lights mean. I walked back to the office and no dogs bit me. The rain was falling, but lightly and there was a thick canopy of large trees all the way back to the office and the rain was taking its time working down through the leaves and the sidewalk was mostly dry all the way back. The air had that rain in summer smell, of rain on warm pavement, rain on dust.