I was tired enough last night that I went to bed, had trouble "winding down" but eventually went to bed at 3AM, which is a lot better than 6AM....
I'm hoping I can get myself into my old way of doing things where I have everything important done, or mostly done, before noon and then I can coast through the rest of the day.
I was up at noon, so that was 8-9 hours of sleep. On Reddit they're talking about monkeypox, which is sort of related to smallpox. It's doubling. Us olders who proudly wear our smallpox vaccination scar have a lot less to worry about, but anyone non-military under 40 isn't vaccinated and the disease is particularly hard on little kids.
I'm pretty sure the US is geared up to vaccinate large numbers of people for smallpox, as we were worried about the Soviets using it as a weapon. People are not going to like having a little "Personal Pan Pizza" on their arm, looking gross, for a couple of weeks. Now that tattoos are legal, I can see a fad for covering the scar with a tattoo.
I had all the things that had sold found and packed an hour before I had to leave, so I had some egg salad and relaxed a bit, then took off at the usual time. The drop-offs went OK, of course the chute at the post office was jammed but I was able to put my packages on the counter as everyone does because the chute, obviously designed to prevent just anyone taking a package etc., does its job so well that packages have to be put on the counter where, theoretically, anyone could take one....
(This is like the situation with signing in at the Amazon hub. Their sign-in system has been improved to the point that it's unusable and I just show them my email address, written large on an index card, and they go in back and get my package. I never have to show my ID, and only occasionally they ask me my name which they already know and if I have the email address, probably have the name also.)
I rode North from the post office to Concourse street where I had a look at a little Chinese restaurant there and got a paper menu for my collection, and might have ordered something except I'd inhaled a bit of one of those seeds that are blowing around and had a terrible coughing problem. I was coughing and spitting onto the grass far from the front door and a nice Chinese guy came out from another business and asked if I was OK and I said I was, and between coughs etc. I told him it's the seeds that blow around and he said he spends most of his time in Utah where it's worse, and all in all it was a nice little conversation and I thanked him for his concern when I rode off.
I went up to the Indian market and really looked around this time and all I bought was some garbanzo beans in their pods, some of these little tiny cucumbers, and one of their sort of savory pastries. It all came to about $5.50.
I meandered back here, finding shipping stuff, and neatened up that trash enclosure a bit more, where the computer stuff gets tossed out.
Dinner was sliced Portuguese sausage and garlic and mizuna which is a sort of dandelion-looking veggie they have sometimes at Nijiya. This was all simmered together for a while, and it was pretty good. The Portuguese sausage wasn't as greasy as I remember it being in the old days. Then, there were two brands: Redondo's and Miko. This is some other brand I've not seen before.
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