... as we sometimes called it when I was a kid. 235th day sober. Ken came by last night and I got my check, and we talked a bit as usual. I felt very tired so once Ken was gone I sorted out some stuff to list but didn't list it, and just went to bed.
I woke up at about 11AM and it was raining. I looked at the radar map and there was heavy rain parked right on top of where I am, but I thought if I got some more sleep for a few hours, it might be clearer. So I had some crackers with butter and green tea and went back to bed and slept until a quarter to 4. Then the sky was clear.
I washed up and shaved and got ready to go to the bank, and noticed my bike's front tire was flat, no, merely very low. Probably a "pinhole leak" and if I pumped it up it would probably hold - and it did. I rode downtown as things went from sunny to cloudy. There were a few more zombies staggering around and markedly more of the gibbering and yelling type. I was watchful and got around them OK.
The bank deposit went fine - I'd left the card with my account number on it at the bank, and the guy had saved it for me, and in any case I had another little card I'd made. After the bank I went to Whole Foods and it was a madhouse - very busy. The petition guy was out front but he was sort of subdued, not bothering people. I went in and got what I was after and got the hell out. I stopped by the Amazon place - also busy - for bubble mailers. I try to neaten things up a bit when I gather these, so I'm a help to them.
Next on the agenda was Nijiya for yet more things. Then I headed back here. At least things were OK back here. When I'd gone to bed after waking up at 11AM, I'd heard the funniest thing: A gal yelling about something then whistling and calling to a dog. I looked and there was a gal dragging something, a can or something, not anything alive but some kind of a can or box, on a string like it's a pet. She went over to another bum who was digging through the HVAC place's dumpster, then they both wandered out the front way - can or box or whatever it was in tow - and to the left where the (other) crackheads have their nests in the bushes.
But when I got back here, at 6:30PM, everything was normal. I'm not usually awake at 11AM and maybe those crazy crackheads come through every day at that time.
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