On my own part, certainly not on the world scene where Dirty Diaper Don is offering his paymaster, Pewtin, the 20% of Ukraine's territory the orcs occupy, as a sort of Sudetenland to buy off this new Hitler.
On my own part though, I slept the whole night w/o the neck brace. What helped is I took some foam from my packing supplies and stuffed it into my pillow, making it less flat.
I also not only packed 22 things and shipped them yesterday, but put all the things I've listed for the last few weeks and put them away in the warehouse, and found a thing that was *very* hard to find, and packed that to go.
Tonight's the 3rd session of the class, which as I've said is the most important class of my life because this one can actually get me somewhere, whereas all those college classes only made me poorer for life. I have to pass this class, because if I don't I'll have to re-take it next year, and if my situation comes down to a choice of keeping Ken happy by being at his beck and call at all times, or going street homeless and being able to take and pass the class, I must choose the latter.
Fortunately it's not going to rain tonight, and won't even be all that cold, in the 40s. This week's class is at a place that's 2 hours away by bike, I know, because I've timed myself when I've gone there in the past.
I left here at 3, stopped at Nijiya where I got a "Hokkaido salmon belly" bento which was very good. I dropped off packages at the post office downtown, then rode over to Starving Musician. The cornet I was interested in was in the back, and it was in good playing shape and seemed to play just fine, but I could tell it had been dented and (mostly) straightened out a number of times, and had one particularly nasty little crease the brass techs hadn't even tried to fix, not that it seemed to affect playing, but ugly.
To not be a completely lookie-loo, I bought a bottle of Yamaha synthetic valve oil, which amazingly was only $3.25. That's like a third or less than anyone else charges. So that's a nice discovery.
I rode down Saratoga until I got to Prospect and rode through this large strip mall complex until I found a Starbucks and stopped in there, spending about $14 on a "flat white" coffee and some pastries, and studied my books for an hour. Then rode over Temple Beth David, getting there just in time.
The Hebrew part at the beginning was fun, and I'm a module ahead of the class. The Judaism part was pretty interesting too. It turns out that this Saturday, the Shabbat service and lunch I'm to go to isn't at Temple Sinai but there at Beth David. And I'm to try to get there at 9:30AM.
The ride back was long, as was the ride there. I rode down Saratoga, turned right at Moorpark and rode that to Bascom, then to San Carlos, to Shasta, to The Alameda, yadda yadda. By the time I'd been riding for two hours I was thinking of a way to eat without having to cook or do dishes so I homed in on the M8trix casino. How nice it was to use the loo, break the $100 bill I had on me at the cashier, and sit at the bar, watch some of a basketball game, have a ice water to swallow a Tylenol with, and try the "Garden City Steak Bites" which were really good.
The ride back here was easy, and now it's time to call it a night because I have to get used to being up at 8 in the morning.
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