Per-

221st day sober. I woke up around 3. I'd listed Ebay stuff, gotten the place and myself all cleaned up, had really done a bang-up job of making the place nice for when Ken comes by, and .... when he didn't come by I called him. "Oh, I kind of drove right home on autopilot". 

I listed some Ebay stuff that needed some sorting out and checking over, and did some practice. Tiny bit by tiny bit, I am improving. Stuff that used to be hard is feeling pretty routine now. Like playing "Feels So Good" by Chuck Mangione (in case there's a Mega-Lo-Mart I need to play at the opening of) which used to be a challenge and now it's surprisingly easy. At least here at home. A bit problem for me out busking is, at least in the past, my range would get very limited and I could not play above the staff. 

For lack of anything else to write about I'm going to note that it bugs me no end that the US has fired all of its professors. We only have "perfessers" now and this is even on National Public Radio. You do this or that to "perteckt" your, oops I mean yerself, against this or that. Heads of families now "pervide" for their families, although I'm sure officially they'll be "famblies" soon. It's amazingly consistent; is there some sort of style manual now telling everyone to "talk like an ignorant hick" now? 

I took off with 14 Ebay things I'd packed, did my drop-offs, and got a burger from 5 Guys. I'd tried the burger at the chicken place and ... it's not too great. 5 Guys is the opposite - that's a really good burger. 

I'm glad I had it too, because I found tons of boxes today - a stack of good ones outside a sign vinyl place just down from Grill-'Em that I came back for, but on my way back out for 'em with an empty trailer, I checked this one dumpster on the other side of the complex and there was a big box full of clothes and shoes and the box itself was a very good one. Since there was someone in a truck idling there, I just grabbed it and put it on the trailer and took it back around here. I kept a pair of soccer shorts and some reef/surfing shoes, and put the rest out in a bag for the bums. 

Then I went back out and got "my" stack of a dozen good boxes, and took those plus some bubble wrap and stuff back here. Soon some bums in a car came by and tore the bag open, scattered stuff all around, and I guess took a thing or two. Stupid bums! I picked up the mess and put it into the welding place's trash can which had plenty of room. Not bad, though, those shorts would be $10 at least at Ross, and the reef/surfing shoes, being genuine O'Neills, would probably be $60 and $30 on a really good sale. 

Ken came by at the usual time and I got my check and we had the usual BS session. Afterward I had some cheese and cooked some of the broccoli I got for free the other night.