Sleeping on my bench. Woken at 2:00 AM by some drunk (probably British) backpacker looking for someplace to sleep after the bar. I growl loudly and she beats it.
I wake 3 or 4 times a night, it's cold - coldest about 5:00 AM, but I have to remain warm all curled in my sleeping bag. Today will be dentist first, then thrift shop.
I'm in the thrift (but not the same, not the same at all...) shop, it's much smaller, tidier since they've had their sale. Everything is tidy, there's no over-abundance of junk. I find in one of the glass cases a couple of sets of antique brass binoculars, and I'm trying them out, they're kind of funny, the end where the lenses should be are covered in brass and I'm just looking through them, puzzling over their purpose, are they a periscope of sorts? But looking through them I can see just fine, and I'm trying to zoom in...