Not enough sleep, but plenty of fruits and vegetables.

Listening to some pleasant guitar playing now. Earlier, disassembled woodpile, arranged on tarp to dry, installed additional ram in ~70 castoff Dell towers intended for the poor, computerless masses.

Sacred Harp is next.

So, yesterday, L. had gone to NYC for arty party.  Went over to Turners to see soapbox derby & check out Salvadoran pizza/burrito place Neil told me about the night before.

Ended up chatting with our carpenter more than watching race, pizza/burrito place seemed to have died quietly.  Got a little job moving some data around, came home & did that, then went out to get some fast food Chinese, egg roll, mei fun.

The egg roll, particularly, brought back post-Bar-Mitzvah money in the pocket, bought a lot of fast food egg rolls with that, those & kung pao chicken.

Anyway, mediocre but tasty Chinese, cheap, great.  We're living in the Land of Cockaigne, apart from the stupid venal murderous assholes dotting the landscape, of course.

L's on the island.  Just shared burgers & sourdough with the pups.

Went to tag sale earlier & got some very bright lights.  Going to a show later.

Tomorrow, back & forth to Truro while home repairs commence; Tuesday, work, another show, playing that one.  Wednesday, work, fix computer for charitable organization, check out used Forester for parents.  Thursday, work, perform in Easthampton; Friday, work, perform in Turners.  Work, work, work.

Blood sugar now basically normal.

Wet.

Busy weekend. Purchased salvaged door, orbital sander, sanded door. Trip to New Haven to fetch giant number of weird records, eat pizza. Some recording with a semblance of my band.

Right thumb has sore joints from the sander, a blister from the recording, one day I will think to use a pick.