224th day sober. I slept in until 8PM! I'd been up all night as, sadly, I'm back to doing, and then I'd read "The Wild Boys" by William Burroughs, eh, not my thing. I had the weirdest dream about riding my bike to the post office downtown with packages and whether I'd get there in time, and these other bike riders on fixed gear bikes packing along with me for a bit, and the ride taking the longest time. It was weird.
The rain came in early in the morning just as I was going to bed and the people down at the end of the complex had set up to have a big party, had people visiting with a large and a small RV, other cars, actually blocked off that end of the complex, had music etc., but in the morning or during the day yesterday they all packed up and left.
At least it only got down to the mid-40s last night. The night before it got down to 34, or 1.1 degrees C.
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