up in the afternoon

 281st day sober. Up in the afternoon. I got a bunch of small things packed and to the post office and one small box to FedEx. 

At the post office, a guy I'd seen when out busking came by and said Hi. He's a black guy who rides a big Harley, and he got a real kick out of some of my music. It was nice to see him. He's the only person who's recognized me from my couple months of busking other than some of the Whole Foods employees saying recently that they're wondering when I'll be back out there. 

I told the guy how my tips had gone way down when it got cold, and I figured it meant, just like when I lived in a rural area, that my real work year would be from April 1 to November 1. Except in this case it seems like it will end October 1. 

I didn't mention that I plan to give busking with the shakuhachi a go.