I didn't get to bed till 1:30 last night, so I slept in till 7:30--an hour that is both ridiculously late and barely adequate. Good thing we've been having a lot of afternoon naps on this vacation.

Yesterday morning we took the train toward the loop and got off at an uppity meat and cheese shop, where we bought some charcuterie to try today, and then immediately returned to our usual ambience by spending an hour at the Goodwill. Then James said, "Let's take a bus and go back to Pilsen to eat tamales," which was an excellent idea except that the bus never came so we ended up walking back to Pilsen through Greektown and the U. of Illinois campus, which took a very long time. As a result, the tamales--chicken and green sauce in cornmeal, wrapped in banana leaves--tasted like heaven.

Our plan for the the evening was to go to Uptown and eat Ethiopian food and then listen to jazz at the Green Mill. We did eat the Ethiopian food, and then we started to listen to jazz, but then James started not feeling well, so we spent the rest of our evening trying to make our way back to his apartment via stalled trains and general pokiness. The good news is that his stomach cramps finally eased so he is fine. But it was a drag for him.

This morning he has to go to the studio and get his weekly Covid test, and then I think we're heading out to the Museum of Contemporary Art. In the meantime, I will be happy to sit on a couch and putter. I ended up bringing both the Fowles novel and the Cheever short stories, but haven't even touched the stories as I am somewhat enwrapped with one of the novel's characters, though the other main character is tremendously irritating and I hate him.