166th day sober. Last night I worked for a while on taking a 1950s radar control box thing Ken had brought by apart, and that's very time-consuming. In the end, while I got stuff ready for listing I didn't list anything (but somehow had the time to watch a rather interesting documentary about Hermann Goering that, chillingly, showed many similarities between the Hitler years and the Trump years...)
I woke up at 4. At 4:10 I was on the bike, riding for downtown. I dropped off packages at the downtown post office and went over to the bank and did my deposit.
Once done there I rode back to Nijiya and did a big shopping trip, as I intend to do nothing tomorrow, it being a national strike day. No commercial activity of any type, as I see it. I don't know how many will honor this but I sure intend to.
There was a guy in there with a friend, wondering over the Japanese snacks in there so I told him a few things, like the "bitter" chocolate really isn't, and so on. Outside, as I was unlocking the bike, the guy called out to me and ... wanted advice on whether the jacket he was wearing fit him well? I said it was great and where'd he get it so I can get one.... he said, "From Jeff 'Baysos'" in other words, from Amazon. Then we got talking about a bunch of things, mainly trying to come up with the name of this TV show where it's a bunch of people who work in tech, and there's the Indian guy and the gal and so on, and they all talk through their noses.
We were not successful in this, but ended up talking about how each generation or two, they come up with shows that are a re-hash of earlier shows just with the fashions etc that are more current. And I said that the thing with San Jose is, you meet all these neat people but you never see them again. Eventually I said something about "these things have to go in the fridge" and took off. Nice guy but I'll never see him again.
I got back here and put things away and looked at the clock - it was 6. Or, the equivalent of 9PM, pre-virus. The "wartime 3-hour shift" is still very much a thing.
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