Slept midnight to 7 AM. Coincidence brings Hartmann to the local show: An interview about his 2006 book Walking Your Blues Away. Thus my plans for a walk this morning are cinched in this manner. Once in the park, I make it three laps under dribbling rain before the pain in my low lumbar seems to sink into my left hip. Barry's there too, so i throw him peanut. Satisfied, he doesn't squawk at me this time.
I haven't showered in seven days. Some kind of record. Until now I was immune to my own fumes. Gonna scrub myself down early tomorrow and sterilize all surfaces, then go for my test in the afternoon.
Had a can of soup for lunch. Bit of a scare there for a moment cuz I couldn't taste it. Turns out it was just bland. And the spray disinfectant seemed to take my breath away. OK now.
Salad & fish patties for dinner, with Bat's wasabi (horseradish and ponzu). Delicious. All in all a stress-free Friday.
Brandon made it to his test today. They gave him a code to use 48 hours later so he can check the results by phone.
I'm ready for this.
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