Big plans, possibly.

 I woke up around 3, found 9 things to pack, and took off at about 5:30 which is really late for me these days. 

The post office went well, FedEx went well, shopping at H Mart went well (this drinking, even keeping it at 5% or 6% concentration, is bogus. I got a big bottle of soju to mix down to 5% with soda and hopefully will taper myself off. This sucks.) 

But, what a night of the zombies. One zombie was staggering around on the curb, preparing to walk right into traffic, and I said half to myself and half to it, "OK little zombie, what are you going to do?" and that made it halt just long enough for me to get by. 

Then on my way back, I forgot to turn at Junction and overshot, and Lo and behold, there was a raving, staggering zombie ranting to itself and I swung 'way wide across the street and put on a burst of speed and that threw it off. I was contemplating the action of this warmer weather on the physiology of the undead when I spotted yet another zombie, staggering along the median strip of Zanker, and maybe it had zombie business (Zombusiness?) to attend to because it just kept staggering along. 

I was glad to get back in here. Night-time is zombie hours. Long gone are the days of busking until midnight or later down at the Old Spaghetti Factory. Gone are the peaceful nights out riding around when the day's too hot. It's get out and get back in, and only be out when there are enough workers, non-zombies, around that might call the cops or just take a tire iron to a misbehaving zombie. 

The big plans are, I just emailed Dave on Oahu and said if he can give me a safe, stable, room to live in for a year or two,  I can come over mid-April. Moving over that way will cost me tens of thousands of dollars less than doing it lone-wolf style as I'd been planning. 

I also ordered an "enhanced" Shakuhachi Yuu from Monty Levinson so I'll have a very good shakuhachi that I can play in the tub if I like. And I got Monty's address and am sending him a couple pieces of ivory I have from my scrimshaw days. I asked what I wanted for them and I replied that I'm just giving them to him. 

I got back in here, set up the bike with the trailer and step-stool and fished the medical place dumpster. Just packing stuff and one lone, random, stick of RAM. Oh, well. I swung back around here and the machine shop was throwing out a hee-yuge box from a Samsung TV. So  I scurried back here and put the bike and stuff away, and walked back around with my cardboard knife and took the two large side "panels" of the box back here. I used cardboard under my folding futon because the carpet here.... well, this used to be a machine shop and there's all kinds of weird oils and shards of metal are always working their way up. So I put cardboard first and then the futon. It's also handy for baths, the cardboard catches almost all of the water and partially soaks it up then I just let the cardboard dry out. Eventually the cardboard gets worn and I just keep an eye out for new stuff.