73 days sober. Up at a bit past 3. I turn on the radio and it's like it was a year ago; watching (or listening) to my country sliding into Fascism. Texas Democrats have left en masse to prevent a vote on a new set of Jim Crow voting laws, and in return the Fascists are saying they will imprison them when they return and make them vote in the Jim Crow laws.
I practiced last night, working forward in the Rubank book. I also have Harry James' solo from It's Been A Long Long Time printed out, that I was very fortunate to find online. And amazingly I'm able to play it.
Of course I watched an episode of War And Remembrance while practicing, and while The Winds Of War is more eerie as it depicts the run-up to full-blown Fascism, even with the war on, there's this hope that Dr. Jastrow and his niece will get out of Europe. Last year I told Ken I felt like Dr. Jastrow myself, in that I'm not sure if I'm OK sticking with my schedule to move back home, or if I should leave here ASAP.
I had breakfast yadda yadda and packed things, and loaded the bike up (didn't need the trailer) and took the things to the post office, did some shopping at H Mart to the tune of $26 or so, stopped by the storage unit and picked up some things to list, and then stopped by Tom's place. His truck was still gone, but I noticed the side door of the building was open.
I'd been getting kind of worried about Tom, so I since I know the combination to the lock I went in, and he was in there, just fine, playing a video game or something. We ended up hanging out and talking about all kinds of things. I told Tom about my 2nd successful weekend busking, and I think I might have him hepped up to do some actual practice on his trumpet.
When we were all talked out I came back here and divided up and froze some pork I'd bought at H Mart and cooked up some fish ramen for dinner. Then besides too much time reading Reddit, I listed some Ebay things.
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