Summer in October

 I did the usual things last night, got a lot of Ebay stuff done, packed things, etc. 

I also put a layer of finish/stain on the stock Yuu last night, and have it drying up in the loft on the stand I made. I'm starting to realize that the only way I'm going to get my projects done is to accept that they'll get done in a half-exhausted near-panic at 4AM. 

I got up, packed another 10 or 11 things, and headed out. All but one went to the post office. 

I took the one to FedEx then went to the chicken place and handed over my change for some chicken, and since that's about $6.50 and I had a bit over $7 in change I told the guy to keep it all, with the result that he put a biscuit and a lot of potato strips in the bag also. 

I ate the chicken outside and saved the biscuit and potato strips. The EMT place didn't have anything in fact I was surprised how empty their dumpster was. I guess they didn't teach any classes this week. 

I stopped over at Tom's. James, the troublemaking freeloader, was parked across the street in his truck and not coming over when he saw me there; he's keeping his distance. Tom was there and I handed him the biscuit and potato slices and he ate 'em while we talked. He's still pissed off about the trouble his taking James in got him into. 

I told him my thoughts, how if the guy who's got a vendetta against James plays golf with the right City employees, Tom might be in for a hard time. And, we only know James' side of things, Does he know if James is a sex offender or has some kind of horrible record etc.? This is why I never interacted with the local denizens when I lived there in that building, I told Tom. I related how I'd talked to a few when I was new, but was very neutral - friendly but not too much, nothing that would leave any impression. He said he'd read this same advice in some book on living "off the grid", that said something like "Never change anything so much as to be noticeable". 

I got back here and cleaned the office and bathroom right away, and Ken came by at his newer, earlier, time. He had a lot of stuff to unload and now I have some new stuff to play with (sell).  

I had to ask Ken to actually sign my pay check, then sign it again in the proper place. I think if there's anything else I'm going to sell to him, I'd better get it done before he goes senile, and I need to be prepared to greatly accelerate my plans to leave here.