Wednesday: Slept in, MB running out to be a hand-model at a video shoot. A lazy morning: email, shower, Gus, down basement for sitting and drums. Talked to the cat sitter. Eggs and toast for breakfast, listening to retrospectives on Gerald Ford. Loaded the old iMac into my car, and my electric rig. Put away laundry. Headed out.
A quiet day at work. Completed some testing on my new "capture and export" implementation, merged with the latest code in the DB, and checked-in. Met Shawn at 7:30.
Over to Arlington, and a short but productive rehearsal. Ran through our existing material, and worked on Thrak. Shawn was a little under the weather, physically and psychically. Back to his place, and unloaded the iMac (his brother was buying it from me).
Sat at the top of the Somerville hill for a bit. Ordered some Indian food. Picked it up. Banking. Back home: MB was making Spanikopita. We ate some of the take-out together. She read to me a bit: A man outside a butcher-shop is saved from committing suicide by a man who makes sport of slicing pigeons with a meat cleaver. "The shit is not the shit. The pigeon is the shit." Tamped down the Christmas wrapping into a paper bag for recycling. Email.
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