Went to sleep at about .... 2 maybe? But on a bit less booze. Woke up around 8:30 and didn't want to be so harsh on myself so had a little booze and started in on the beginning of "Lord Jim" by Paul Conrad and then back to bed until about 1:30 or so.
I really need to get used to being in "first shift" which is 7AM-3:30PM in any respectable factory. It's how the machine shop right next door operates. It goes well with living in Hawaii because typically it's hot around the middle of the day so you go out early in the morning and do things or later when the sun's setting. Garage sales are pretty much played out by 9AM there.
Voice exercises continue. I'm finding a lot of neat 1920s/1930s stuff. If something happens to Ken I'm only going to have a few months to find another situation for myself and I think that by far, the best response is to get back home. Singing and playing music will be the one thing I'll have in my favor. And I'll never be an ace on the "uke", just a basic strum and a few chords for me, thanks.
I'm trying to think of how I could make busking work, and all I can think of is to get a big piece of transparent plastic like stiff clear sheeting and then put it around myself. Then people could toss money over the top. But if the virus is that bad and it is, it's not ethical to go out at all.
I got the packing I needed to get done, done, and somehow made it up to the post office and FedEx. I just feel really tired. I scrambled a couple of eggs before taking off and ate them although I was not sure if I was hungry.
I was just going to list some things most notably some Motorola radios I'd made up labels for when who shows up but Ken. A old electronics guy at his work has died and the widow wanted that stuff outta there. And Ken needed it out of his truck because he's still dealing with his water heater problem - "Last time I'll buy a Rheem heater!" so I got inundated with tons of boxes of electronics shit.
I explained, putting on my mask, that I feel like utter crap, very fatigued, and it's got to be one of two things: Either I've got the 'rona or it's the result of my having fallen into drinking again, and drinking quite a bit - so I'm tapering down as fast as I can. I also said that I'm going to try treating things around here like the lights are on a timer and at midnight, Lights Out. I said I don't think the night-owl schedule is good for me and he said, "I don't know if it's very good for me, either!"
It took me a couple of hours to get the new batch of junque sorted into the better boxes, and did some basic triage of the stuff that's really not any good.
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