I got the chance to read a novella and drink a cup of weeping rose tea from a local tea shop. After that I did a little crafting.
I think that I should have slowed down while reading "Memories of My Melancholy Whores" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Now that I am writing about it nearly a month later, I can hardly remember it. I just have this hazy memory of a very sumptuous story. It was definitely a good read for a hot summer afternoon.