6:12 AM

Got up and made the coffee. Lied and said that I was going back to bed so that #1GF! wouldn’t make it. Then, I made it for her. Sat down with my coffee and continued reading What Color Is Your Parachute? Started sifting through the giant pile of notes that tend to migrate from my pockets to a colony on my desk. Tried to explain the piles of notes to #1GF! before sending her off to work.

9 AM

Went out for a run. Tried to wave or say hello to everyone I passed depending on my oxygen level. I started getting ignored a lot and began to give up on the idea. Stopped running after a mile and a half and said hi to a State Trooper working a detail. Seemed friendly. Said hi to a second trooper on the same detail who acted like he wanted to punch me in the face. I was amused by it, although I don’t know why.

Ran another half mile at a faster much faster pace and then took a walk to cool down. I met a plumber named Alan who was walking his dog. His wife showed up to drive him to a job down the Cape, so he gave me one of his cards. I thought it was weird, but I guess that’s how people network. Talked to a mailman named Tom, but didn’t say much. Went home and continued sifting my notes.

1 PM

Had lunch and read more of the Parachute book. Looked up crap online. Cleaned my white board in case I had any big ideas. Started going a little berserk with boredom. Thought about going out to get some meaningless stuff done. Gave up and stayed home. Started writing some of the pile of album reviews I’ve been putting off for months. Got word that our offer on a house was met with a full price counter offer. Wondered if the sellers have ever bought or sold a house before. Didn’t find myself caring either way.

7 PM

Watched Attack of the Show. Snuck out for lightbulbs and ice cream when #1GF! went for a walk. Was in a generally happy mood until #1GF! flagged down rocket car and discussed the sellers’ counter offer to yesterdays big balled house offer. Drove home. Took out the garbage. Called the real estate agent and told her that the counter offer was a sad joke. Got frustrated. Stopped caring that snuck isn’t actually a word. Stopped being frustrated and went to bed.

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