Last night I did a good thing: got all the things I have to ship, set up with the box or bubble mailer it needs, and printed off the shipping label and laid them out on the office floor. Then I did a questionable thing; that being to eat pickled herring and kim chee for dinner, tasty and healthy but I should not wonder why I can develop an oniony B.O. Then I did a not-too-great thing; I kind of crashed and set up my sleeping materials up in the loft and woke up drenched in sweat because it gets really warm up there. I came downstairs and kind of "had to" lay right down on the floor here in the office with a fan blowing on me for an hour or so. This place was a machine shop and even after Ken used a carpet cleaner on the carpet here in the office, the carpet's still kind of grody and metal shavings work themselves out of it all the time.
I think next time, I'll have the things upstairs and sleep downstairs. I've really got to have a good fan blowing on me to sleep, plus the lower downstairs temperature. I guess without power I'd have to set up to sleep by the base of the roll-up door since cool air blows in there.
I'd sent my aunt an email and was beginning to get worried, but she emailed me back. All of her friends (they've all got to be around 90) have been sending emails around like "a blizzard" she said. The only reason I talk to her is to weasel out bits of information about my mom, and also there's a non-zero chance that when she dies she may leave me a bit of the millions she's sitting on. The chance is very, very close to zero but I don't think it's zero.
I actually packed up all the things I had laid out in a sort of grid pattern on the office floor, in less than an hour. I guess once the things are hunted down, packaging found and it's all weighed and the label printed, that's most of the work. I took off at a quarter after 5, dropped one box off at FedEx first (they close at 6) then took the others to the post office.
Once that was all done, I decided that nothing seemed better then to go to "Ono Hawaiian Barbecue" and get the shrimp appetizer again. This time I used my card, and they've got the place all set up with Plexiglas barriers. The guy took my card and did the transaction, and I didn't get an option to tip them. Oh, well.
I went over to the egg-shaped robot place and had my little picnic. It's a good location because it's away from people, shady, quiet, etc. I felt like hell but I sure had a good appetite for those shrimp. The only drawback to the location is I'm visible to anyone passing by on Brokaw, and the entrance to the big homeless camp on Coyote Creek is there. One homeless guy made some noises and may have been considering attacking me but when he saw me get the ol' getter stick ready, he suddenly had business elsewhere and got on his bike w/trailer and left.
These zombies are just all over the fuckin' place these days. Slow walkers, yellers, just crazies of every type. Skinny, fat ... there was a very fat lady whose legs looked like they were rotting, making very slow progress up Brokaw, and I considered giving her my bottle of water but reconsidered it; maybe I'd give her the 'rona also. You just have to size each zombie up and assess its range of motion; some you can ride right by and some you might actually jog a street over to avoid.
I felt like utter crap and rode back to the shop more slowly than I ever have. Got packing materials and some peppers, the usual thing. When I got back I got out a thermometer I'd bought ages ago, and checked my temperature and it was dead-on 98.6. So I don't know. Maybe I just got really shitty sleep last night, up in the loft.
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