MIserable day

 I'm tapering off of wine, and this has me feeling lousy. 

I'm going to go completely off it, stick to non-alcohol beer (the Athletic Brewery stuff is really good and non-alcoholic Guinness is delicious) and will bring grape juice to the seder this weekend. 

Ken and I had a discussion about this, he says in Catholicism it has to be wine "it has to be fermented" but I maintain that grape juice is OK because the kiddush says "pri hagafen" which is "fruit of the wine" rather than "yayin hagafen" which would be wine. 

I photo'd and listed the 15 things I had picked out, had to wait while Ebay un-glitched itself as after the first thing, the photos would not upload so I did other things like eat some breakfast then went back to it. 

I left here at the usual time, dropped things off at the post office, ate some chicken and veggies and had half a little bottle of wine at Whole Foods, then took the train down to Winchester station and rode down to the JCC. 

As is standard now I had to be on the list and show my ID, and I explained that I'm about an hour early. I talked with the kid at the front desk about snowboarding and surfing a bit, then settled in at a table over in a corner where I could spread out my Hebrew learning stuff and mutter to myself. I did that for about 45 minutes then it was up to the class. 

We sang the alef-bet song which I'd missed last week, did cool fun Hebrew stuff, then the main discussion was about the Jewish views on the afterlife. It was a good, productive, and interesting discussion. We had to get out of there at 9 sharp so we did so, and I had my nice ride back to Winchester station, where a train was waiting. It was still 15-20 minutes before the train left though. 

Then I had to just sit with my bike and try not to be an object of interest to the collection of bums who populated the train car, then thinned out as I got past Gish. I got off at Metro Airport and rode over to Bay 101. 

Ken had called me while I was at the JCC, at least before class, to tell me he's been notified that the power was out at the shop and then another notification that it was on again. I said it's no big deal, the power was out for a few hours a week or two ago and if I get back and the power's out I'll just go to bed. 

I went into the little cafe in Bay 101 and had a Budweiser and "shaking beef" which was really good but took forever to come. Frankly if I'd had the right change, I might have left the money for the beer and a tip and walked out. The poor waitress/bartender, Misty, finally went to the kitchen at the other end of the place and came back with my, and another guy's meal. 

It *was* good though. And of course through the long wait I'd ended up pal'ing it up with a bunch of guys, one on one side of me and the rest on the other side, and after I was done eating they were kind of disappointed to see me go. Sorry fellas, listening to your idiotic plans to paint the town red in Tijuana is not more important than my getting to bed on time. 

I rode back here and sure enough the power had been out but that's all. No problems and we just sold a $300 motor so today's numbers actually look good.