A beautiful morning outside the house. I had risen early, woken by my hungry kitty. My grandmother was feeling a bit improved and had been able to get up briefly the day before.
The dogs greeted me happily when I came down to burn the trash. On my way back I found some of the tomatoes that had grown by themselves near the house. I took a few inside to eat. They were delicious.
At the market I went to see about my bed sheet, but the seamstress had not been able to sew it yet, and had her niece take me to another seamstress who looked less busy. She said to come back in five days.
I wandered the market, bought food and coffee, and rode home. Around noon I saw a water truck go by, spraying water on the dusty road.
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