149th day sober. I practiced last night, doing octave stuff and have found that for some reason, I can figure out tunes a bit more easily than I thought. That's always good.
I slept in until a bit past 3, packed things, and did the post office run. I went over to 99 Ranch for shopping, spending a good part of the $50 or so I had on hand, and stopped on my way back from there for a couple of pieces of "Krispy" chicken and ate back here.
On the radio they're saying that the guy who shot Reagan, John Hinckley, is about to be let out of prison or out of his mom's basement since she just passed away or something. Time to hold a parade for that guy because it was Reagan. There's not a chance of him doing anything now because everyone will be watching him. Plus, he's both old and mentally ill, so he'll probably join his local Trumpist chapter, on the argument that he shot Reagan for being insufficiently right-wing.
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