Last night the guys at the cleaning place next door held a big covid party. To hold a proper covid party you have to not do it in a park or something because the police will tell you to break it up. What you really need to do is: Hold it in an enclosed space where you can hot-box each others' covid germs. Gather there for hours, for maximum exposure. To enhance this, mix in alcohol and encourage lots of loud singing and yelling and talking in each others' faces. These guys pretty much held the perfect covid party. Chuy, the owner or at least part-owner of the place, is older, oddly thin, and does not look that physically well on a good day and ought to know better.
I finally got going with the things I'd packed around 4. I ran those up to FedEx and picked up some boxes and packing supplies on the way back, then rode over to the free libraries where I picked up a boxed set of "Queer As Folk" which is worth at least something on Ebay. I dropped off a package of "emergency rations" which are a sort of bunch of ... sugary pastry-like cakes, individually wrapped. I think if you poured milk on one you'd have something like muesli. Each Little Free Library got one. I then went to Nijiya and did a bit of shopping, including fried fish and a beer.
On the way back I stopped at a pile of stuff I'd spotted outside the fence at the big Goodwill drop-off point on 7th. I came out ahead by two The Gap turtleneck sweaters and a Betty Crocker recipe file thing that looks all complete. By now it was zombie hours (dark) so I got my ass back here.
I had my fish and beer, then tried an idea I'd thought of, of taking the lower-quality but cheaper saki ika I can buy at Dai Thanh for $2 a package and cutting it up small and mixing it with S&B crunchy garlic garnish. It was good, but not as good as Shirakiku smoked saki ika for $3 a package because that stuff is amazing.
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