Books!

 I woke up pretty early (for me) around noon or 1, probably because I'd had a bottle of wine last night and thus went to bed at a non-crazy time and thus was more inclined to get up at a non-crazy time. 

I was worried Ken would come by and dump a load of things on me and there goes my relaxation time, so  I gathered up all the books that I had slated to sell and took them to the Recycle Book Store and got enough trade credit to get a really neat book on Hebrew calligraphy and Welcome To The Monkey House by Kurt Vonnegut, one of the very few of his I haven't read in a couple of decades. 

I took the books they didn't want over to the Peace & Freedom Center to put 'em in their little free pantry, and there were some guys with a table out front, and we ended up bullshitting about all kinds of things, including a fairly deep nerding out on boxing with one of the guys. It turns out the 3rd Saturday is a sort of "free sale" around back and I checked it out, eventually. I got one C.S. Lewis book that looked interesting but it's actually "swords and sorcery" BS. One of the guys also had a bunch of books in his car and I got to pick over them and then he put the rest in with my donations so I got some good trade-in stuff like "The Guitar Grimoire". 

I stopped at Nijiya on the way back for eggs and a few other things, including a nice cold can of coffee and a bag of Japanese coated peanuts, the really good ones. I went over to the old hospital building and set up on the steps there, having coffee, delicious fancy coated peanuts, and reading the Vonnegut book. 

This was really nice. Until some fat, aging metalhead set up on one of the benches by the street and played some kind of ... game? show? something obnoxious, and that kind of wrecked it. Also those stone steps didn't help my bony butt much so I packed up and came back here. It was a relief to not see Ken unloading a buttload'o'crap. 

I relaxed and read more of the Vonnegut book. It's pretty good.