Just got back from the Wednesday market & bought some blueberries. They are surprisingly super delicious! Yum!
A girl also walked by & said that God loves me & handed me a bag of candy. The card attached to it said, “This is our simple way of saying that God loves you. Let us know if we can be of more assistance.” I'm not sure what I need assistance with, but if I need to contact them, they didn't leave a phone number.
I was reaffirmed in my belief that it's nice to work at a small paper in a small town, because while we were at the market, I ran into Sonja, the publisher. Also ran into & chatted with John, the productions director. Probably two of the “most important” type people at the paper, and it's cool that not only do I run into them on regular basis around town, but they know who I am and are happy to stop to talk with me. Much different from Phoenix :)