226th day sober. I got Ebay listings in and staged a bunch of packages to pack, of course the internet is comically slow. If people knew how backward most of "Silicon Valley" is, they'd not be to eager to come here.
I practiced last night, and am working on getting as familiar with the 2nd octave from C in the staff to high C as I've gotten over the years with C below the staff to C in the staff. I also found a bunch of videos by a guy playing "Cichowitz flow studies" which sound neat and are undoubtedly good practice. The author of them has a book out of beginner-level studies too so I might think about getting that book next paycheck.
I woke up around 3, finished off the packages, etc. I headed out at a quarter to 6, and was just about leaving the complex when I decided to double back to make sure I'd locked the door. As I was riding back I heard a zombie out on the street yelling, so I wonder, was that zombie hoping to attack me and eat my brains, and enraged that it didn't get the chance? I was glad I'd doubled back and I rode out of here from the other end of the complex.
I dropped my packages off at the post office and stopped at H Mart on the way back and had picked out some things and went to pay, and realized I'd left my wallet back here. Usually I check like, "Keys, wallet, phone, keys, phone, keys, keys...." but I hadn't and I clearly remembered the wallet sitting on my desk here. So I put all the things away which was a funny feeling, essentially shopping in reverse.
I checked my two veggie places but there was nothing so I just came back here.
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