I woke up early this morning and brought Etta to the Chicago Reader’s first ever Made in Chicago market. It was held outdoors, one neighborhood over. After dropping off her tables and jewelry I went home to go back to sleep.
Roly Poly rolled around on the leather shag carpet. When he does that, he smells like a newborn chick. Etta stayed out in the sun for almost eight hours: we went for melon ice and squash salad to recuperate.