Warming up

 I went to bed last night at a fairly normal time for me, counted and labeled and photo'd a bunch of things, to list today/tonight, but didn't really practice much as I felt tired. 

I woke up around 4, and packed one thing that's not heavy at all but big. I'd spotted a food dump and wanted to run the cans of food over to Tom's and take that one package, that's not heavy but big, to FedEx. 

I got my food for Tom together (stuff from before, plus a couple packages of Datrex) and took the bike with trailer over where the food dump was, loaded up the two boxes with cans (one was veggies and fruit, going bad) and rode by the veggie dumpster. The bags and bags of red onions were still there, and some unshucked corn on the cob that looked like at least the shucks were spoiling, that I didn't want to mess with. 

I went over to Tom's and deposited the stuff and he heard me making noise and came out and we hung out and talked for over an hour. Just random stuff. We talked about cars, for one thing. Our friend up in the mountains has a "Honda box" AKA the Element, and I raved over what a great car it was. If I'd gotten one instead of my Prius, I'd probably have had a go at living in the thing when I lost everything in the crash of 07/08. Or even a Toyota Matrix, which we both raved over as a neat car. 

But I said, ultimately, living in a car is more expensive than living in a rented room, and if I get a car I'll wait until I'm back in Hawaii. I'll just have to see how things go. 

We also talked about how to get back and forth to Hayward, probably, for my probable jury duty. I said I'd found there's an Amtrak train that goes from Diridon station that's a bit spendy but looks fun, and he said BART's the way to go, and the "Airport Flyer" bus goes to Milpitas BART now.  Tom knows a lot about getting around the East/Northeast bay.

It was cool and cloudy now and as Tom and I talked, it got a bit cold so I went on my way. I just took the package to FedEx, didn't find much of anything other than some new packaged toys I can donate in the electrical lighting place's dumpster, and called it a day.  Just as I was taking things off the bike and putting them in here, a zombie rode by, so that means at least one zombie knows exactly where I hole up. That's not good. 

But then, when we had nests of zombies in the parking lot here, before we ran 'em out, they all knew I was in here so I guess it's not "new news". Goddamn I hate zombies. Later, a zombie and zombess rode through, the Mr. with his bike heaped with scrap metal across the handlebars, the Mrs. riding behind, yakking at him about I dunno, zombie stuff. The weather is warmer and this means the damned creatures will be out more.