I listed things, did about a half-hour practice, and got to bed. It had been a busy day yesterday and last night. I got things ready to list but saved them for tonight.
I woke up and the news on the radio was that the mini-sub that some rich grifters had convinced some rich idiots to go on a tour of the Titanic wreck site in, had probably imploded so, 6 or so rich assholes gone and the planet a nicer place thereby. More rich people should go explore deep and dangerous places in jerry-rigged helicopters, really.
I had time to pack 10 things and got up to the post office and FedEx and dropped them off, then stopped by Tom's to talk for a bit (I'd dropped off some veggies on my way out) and we talked about things - mainly we got into zombie stories. He apparently lived at one time on 4th and St. John so he saw plenty of zombie goings-on.
We also talked about drinking a bit, as he was, keeping the beers going. He said, "I know you don't drink, but would you like a beer?" and I said No, it just doesn't work for me. I'll always accept an alcohol-free beer but I'm completely done with alcohol. I finally said I had to go.
I got back here and relaxed a bit, did small things, and pretty soon Ken came by and I got my check so that's good.
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