Wake up a little groggy. I took an Advil PM to combat some recent light insomnia. Still in my system at 8am.
Walked the dogs as wife was up late working and had an early morning meeting.
Coffee, writing and Billy Collins on Facebook.
Billy Collins is a well-known American poet who, during quarantine, with the help of his wife, has begun a little video cast every day where he chats and reads a few poems. After anger-watching the news for the last few months this is a wonderful reprieve.
Spend a good portion of the morning contacting other massage therapists to see what they’ll be doing tomorrow. Most are staying open, fyi.
Three mile walk to get pet food for Cookie and people food for us. Beautiful walking weather. While walking east on Wrightwood I was accosted by a giant plastic bag, which didn’t dance with me ala American Beauty, unless the dancing was the Lambada, and if the Lambada were performed with an unwilling partner carrying five pound of Hills Science Diet for Digestion and Skin Health for small dogs.
Sandwiches from Red Star, a local liquor store that recently installed a tiny deli. Get your booze and some well-constructed sandwiches all in one place. And most days, do you really need anything more than that?
Some phrases I enjoyed from my online lecture today given here without context:
Datacave in the basement
H-factor
Clean data versus murky data
Etta Hulme: first female cartoonist for Disney
When the professor ignores the chat
That last one was just an observation
Dinner: leftovers for wife, big salad for me.
And then TV with a few cups of herbal tea and a small glass of bourbon.
Good night
Update: it was two small glasses of bourbon. No regrets.