afternoon

I love being home alone in the afternoon. It's always so sunny (or else cozily rainy or snowy) and quiet, and you get to enjoy the satisfying feeling of being home when everyone else is working or in class.

The mug is from when I was staying in New York, just a block from Zabar's - the world's best grocery store - in a small old hotel without a dining room. I bought a mug for two dollars and a box of tea and walked to Zabar's every morning for bialys and fresh bagels and yoghurt and fruit, then had breakfast in my hotel room while watching strange American talk shows on television. It was wonderful.