On Sunday, my purse was stolen.
My camera was in it.
Mike is lending me his camera, but I haven't figured out how to use it yet.
To make up for the b1000 that was stolen, I go on several shopping sprees.
Because I don't have my cell phone, I make plans with Fi in the morning.
"I will be there at 2 pm, unless it's raining," she says.
Jeff has warned me that Thai people are notoriously flaky.
Still, I go to the coffeeshop at 1:30; I have nothing else to do. At 2 pm exactly, it begins to rain. I wonder if Fi knows something I don't.
So I'm alone in my favorite coffeeshop listening to the rain.
It isn't so bad.