Of course it wasn't, because Ken came by. I was up about 3:30, and having iced chicory coffee, vitamins, nuts, etc when I heard Ken's truck come up. I'd had a nice day planned. Break my fast, then get in a good practice session, then a haircut and a bath, then list a bunch of small easy stuff on Ebay, then pack things to take to the post office and FedEx tomorrow.
Ken had a big load of stuff he'd bought from Berkeley for $40 all told, and I tried my best to keep to what I'd planned; having my coffee and nuts and didn't even turn the radio off. I helped Ken a bit, but realized I was pretty hungry so I had a piece of cheese, then chewed my sugar-free gum to get my mouth clean, and did a practice session.
Meanwhile Ken was busy taking apart this huge laser thing he's been carrying in the back of his truck for a few weeks now. So this went pretty well. Ken had fun taking this huge thing apart, I got in a good practice session, and when I was done I did things like put stuff I'd listed away, and hunt down things that have sold that I have to pack.
Then I realized I was really hungry, so I cooked the other 4 oz. of the beef bacon, which is nothing to write home about, and scrambled a couple of eggs in the grease. That was dinner.
Ken finally wound down and took my suggestion to put a tarp over what's left of the big laser thing and get back on it later, and I put tons of stuff "away" as in, found places to stick it that will work for now, and even though I offered to cook up something for Ken, he said he's got pizza back at the house and he called it a night.
I got some pretty decent shofar practice in, too, and am making progress. This shofar is not easy to play. A really decent shofar will be a pushover for me. But, this one has the advantage that I can stick it in the accessory pocket of my trumpet case so I can carry it with my trumpet if I want.
I listed a bunch 'o' crap on Ebay, and then treated myself to the haircut and bath I'd promised myself. Maybe I should call it the Chernobyl Haircut - not great, not terrible. It's actually about on a par with what I'd been forking over $10 or so for, and I'm doing my bit to not spread the virus.
It being Rosh Hashana and all, I sent emails to my sister, my other sister's husband in hopes he'll pass it on, and my aunt, apologizing for various things.
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