Sync your sinking sink

I accumulated a new phone recently because my old one kept shrieking about death and despair (and oh, it wouldn't hold a charge for long enough to have a civilized phone conversation). The new one was free, so long as I agreed to sell my soul to Verizon for two more years, and though it came with a small camera phone, it did not come with a convenient method for transferring numbers from the old phone to the new one. That gave me the opportunity to do something I'd been putting off for quite a while: I now have an analogue phone list in my planner. So if you call me, I might not know who you are before you call, but I can also call you back, even if I drop my planner in the toilet and it gets wet.

Aside from that, it has been a fairly leisurely day, as days have been wont to be around here (will this counterbalance the chaos upon my return to Arizona? I doubt it). sytharin and I walked over to the University Farmer's Market, where we purchased certain things for certain people, and then we stopped by Cafe Allegro because I couldn't help myself. My favorite thing about their lattes is they pay careful attention to extracting and steaming the milk and such, but they almost emphatically do not do latte art. It's the sort of comfortable place where I could spend all day, full of small, glass-topped tables that contain signs that read, "Share Your Table" (I imagine that when school is in session nearly every seat in the place fills up with a diligent or not-so-diligent student).

Once we had finished our treats, we headed home again, where I've been working on odds and ends--drawing pictures of crows (I think I'm going to start in on a crow series in ceramics), messing with my phone, &c.

Nothing too exciting, but sometimes that's a relief.