233rd day sober. I stayed up all night, packed all packages that had to be shipped, and took off at about 8:30 in the morning for the post office. I knew there's rain coming but it was beautiful and sunny out. I stopped at a lunch truck not far from Tom's place and got a sort of egg and chicken patty sandwich in a burger bun of course, and ate that at the table in front of Tom's. I carry a little bottle of Tabasco in the bike bag and it came in handy, and a crow got the top bun and bits of the bottom one.
It was not busy at the post office but of course the chute jammed, so I had to tell them and a lady came around and opened the door to the "chute room" and pointed me to a couple big rolling fabric carts where the packages actually go. I had my packages in two large plastic bags, one for boxes and one for enveloped, and I just dumped them in. "You do a good job!" the lady said, which I'm not sure was about my system of having bags all ready to go or how I pack my packages pretty well (I've seen some flimsy Scotch tape attempts at packaging go through there in the hands of "civilians") but the compliment felt good. It would take a lot for me to lose my admiration for the postal service.
On the way back visited two more lunch trucks, getting some chicken wings the lady fried up for me and a tamale. It was still sunny and beautiful out. I ate those things in here, watched some Adam Curtis stuff on YouTube, and went to bed.
I woke up at 10 at night. It was pouring outside.
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