Thursday: Another sleep-in. I'm quite catching up on sleep this week. Email. Gave Gus his treatments. Shower. Down basement. Drums. Headed to work driving the rental car: a gold Saturn. Not terribly cold, and slightly damp.
At the office, got a coffee and a muffin from Au Bon Pain (which means "The Place of Good Pain"). Began debugging the "two files in one" threading sub-project. Talked to Al about some stuff. Installed some audio-cleaning software on a PPC machine and tinkered with it a bit. Left at 7:35
Over to Union Square. No peoples, except for MB. She went home, and I went back to work. At 10:15 I headed to the Squack Coffee House and hung out for a while with Shawn. A a young scruffy fiddle music band played sloppily but I bet they are reeling in the young women folk. Where did I go wrong? Helped put away the PA. Gave Shawn a lift home.
Back at my place, some leftover stiry fry, hanging with MB. We watched the NY Times auto-obit on Art Buchwald. I love the way he used the end of his life to remind us that we can move towards death with humor and intention. Now, down basement, email, some guitar and completing the day.
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