262nd day sober. I finally got that big package I was so worried about done, but I first had to pull things out and sort of "tunnel" in to where it was, on a shelf behind a shelf behind some stuff. I also found something that was "lost" a few years ago so there's that. I put back in, in the things' place, things that are not listed yet on Ebay and not likely to soon.
I packed that, in the box I'd picked up from the circuit board place that night, and then packed 20 or so other things, and finally called it a night and went to sleep about 7AM maybe closer to 8 I think.
I woke up at about 2:30 and besides other dithering around, realized I could not only take it all in one load, but I could fit a few more small/flat things, so I brought the package count up to 27. I got out of here and it took some careful riding (the worst part is going over the railroad tracks on Brokaw, it's a real test of one's packing loading ability) and the post office chute didn't jam so that went great.
A lady with edematous legs who was going in, made the mistake of complimenting the "neatness" of my bike trailer. I gave her a whole little lecture - which she enjoyed actually - about the trailer and how I got it and then she asked about the bags, and finally the seat, and I said it's just the seat the bike came with, but this time of year is the best for getting a bike set up just how she likes because it's the off-season. And it's actually the best time for riding because it's not so hot. So she was all jazzed up about bike riding and could probably use more exercise than hefting a gin-and-tonic or whatever non-exercise she does.
I dropped off the big box and a small one at FedEx, and got a kal bi plate at the "Hawaiian" place. On the way back I picked up lots of interesting packing supplies and some "Datrex" emergency food to donate (the stuff would make an outstanding breakfast cereal with some milk) and came back with the bike just as loaded up as when I left.
That kal bi plate was a lot of food but I went right through it. Yum! There are people who follow a regime called OMAD or One Meal A Day, and aside from 2 oz. of raw walnuts and my vitamins and black coffee all through the day, that's about what I'm doing today.
If I can get up in time, I'm going to check out Music Village tomorrow. I've even got the route memorized - West on Park and turn left at Tony P's, pronounced "Toneeps" as far as I'm concerned. Then I'll be on Lincoln, and take that to Curtner, and follow that down to the International Food Bazaar. Music Village is on the next corner down.
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