294th day sober. Last night after getting back from Tom's I got out a large/heavy test instrument we can get more for parted-out than whole, and took it apart. It was a long, greasy, dirty job. Somehow lots of black gunk kept building up on my hands and it took a long time to get most of what I wanted to get out of it, out.
Then I had a late night snack of sardines and crackers, and settled down and put in something like an hour and a half of practice while watching a documentary. I am getting stronger and what's needed now is to simply practice consistently and for as long as I can.
I finally went to bed around 8 or 9 AM. I woke up around 4:30, and had some coffee and a couple aspirins and got going a little after 5. I'd planned to go to Whole Foods but decided I can get what I need at Nijiya, which is a lot closer.
I made the mistake of going down Commercial Street, which has a certain number of zombies but tonight it was really hopping with them. I rode between one zombie with a German shepherd and another one staggering slowly away from the first, hoping to avoid all of it - I rode closer to the one staggering away, figuring it would not notice I was there until I was past and I was correct. There were zombies muttering and fighting and staggering around all over, and I was glad I could come back along 10th.
I got to Nijiya and locked the bike at the bike rack instead of just parking it in front. This turned out to be a good move as there was a tall skinny zombie sitting at one of the outdoor tables, that turned out to be bothering people for a dollar. He was really jones'ing for that dollar. I took a dollar out of my wallet and walked over and gave him a dollar, which earned me as a strange sort of thanks, the intended insult that I'm a Communist. "Lenin and Marx, baby!" was my response, and "Only a Communist will give you a dollar".
I'd originally thought to hand out a dollar in the hope he'd see me at my bike and because of the dollar, leave my bike alone. But I think he was just a dollar short for a pack of cigarettes or some rot-gut or something, because he went away. His begging style was obnoxious so he wasn't going to get that dollar for a while. I'm glad that for a mere dollar I got rid of him.
I got a ton of stuff, spending almost $70. My figuring being that I'll be busy shipping things all week so I'll provision up for the week now and then not have to worry about it. The joke's on me, though, as it seems tomorrow's a Federal holiday so I'd have tomorrow to shop, too.
I stopped at TAK Market for some near-beer and salted peanuts, which make a fine substitute for the raw walnuts I've been having with coffee for breakfast. The price for the peanuts has really gone up though, from $2-$3 a bag to $4 a bag. C'est la guerre...
My aunt continues to correspond with me. She said I've certainly done a good job of keeping up with my family. (Really? With with two siblings incommunicado because I have no addresses for them, and one incommunicado because I insulted her 15 years ago?) My reason for corresponding with her is not only that little snippets of information about that side of my family are occasionally, accidentally, dropped, but also Dear Old Auntie is sitting on bags and bags of money, why, it must take a firehose of money just to keep her huge place going, and when she dies those bags of money have to go somewhere.
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