Feeling old and ache-y

 I'd signed up for a class, part of the "Judaism 101" series, not to be confused with the all-important "Intro To Judaism" class that's Tuesday nights. The class started at 10AM and while I should have gone to bed right at midnight, I didn't but was instead up past 2AM. 

But it gets worse. Although I'd set my alarm clock, I didn't get real sleep but this sort of shallow sleep. 

I got to class in time though, and it turned out to be a discussion of the "party platform" of Reform Judaism, issued in 1937. Apparently somewhere along the line we (they?) had gone over the platform of the 1890s or so. The 1937 one is bitchin'. 

Mainly I'd signed up for the class as a way to get my lazy ass up before noon on a Sunday. There was no coffee at the class and I kept starting to doze off. 

My breakfast had been a pain pill and a little coffee - apparently not enough. I held up my end OK though, doing one of the readings of one of the paragraphs in the platform and holding up well in questions/comments. 

When the class was done I felt fried. I rode over to Whole Foods and got a slice of pizza and a bottle of "Chameleon" coffee and I'd really needed 'em both. Once I was feeling more right, I thought about what to do today. I noted that if I'd been busking, it was not very busy at Whole Foods and here it was noon. And cold. Sunny, but cold. I'd got some practicing to do before I get back out there. 

I rode over to the Goodwill on San Carlos and found a couple pairs of nice light shorts I'll be glad to have in about 6 months. $8 a pair for used shorts, though, and probably $40 a pair if I could even find that type in the stores. 

I rode over to the Amazon place and got a couple-few bubble mailers. I need to remember to check each time I'm at Whole Foods because I go there a lot and there are often a few. 

Back here, the guys next door were whooping it up. It's pretty much impossible not to feel happy hearing Mexican music. I gave Chuey the bottle of wine that the landlord's agent had dropped off, and a short while later they invited me to have a beer and I said Sorry, I don't drink. 

I packed 6 things that can go by FedEx, the local one of which is open on Sunday so I took the packages up there, and stopped by Tom's on the way back. Not much going on there; he had his wife sweeping up leaves and junk (he was too) and we caught up on things. I found "some" packing stuff on the way back. 

I still feel "fried". Ache-y, and I don't know if it's the cold weather or my having done exercises, but I took a pain pill.