Coughing Man

Saturday: Slept in a bit. MB got up to do her sitting. Down to the somewhat pulled apart basement for a brief morning session. Walked out to pick up eggs and a few other essentials.

At the corner convenience store, I had picked out a few items, when a disheveled looking man came in. He knew the cashier and one of the other patrons. He said: "I can't believe how sick I am (cough cough cough) I could barely (cough) make it up the stairs (cough). I must have caught something from the foreigners when I was getting off the bus. They're not vaccinated or nothing. (cough cough cough)." I edged toward the back of the store, hoping he would leave, pretending to make other selections. He continued his discussion about how sick he was, how they had given him pills at the hospital, and various ways of stopping smoking, while coughing more, standing right at the register. I put back my selections, took a deep breath, and walked, with rapidity, out the door... And I had just been thinking how I felt at home in this trashy little part of the universe. When to the larger grocery store.

MB was working on languages when I got home. Made us some breakfast. Played guitar. MB headed off to her language class. Watched an instructional guitar DVD, and did some work on C symmetric scale. Some email work, and more tidying in the basement. MB returned. We practiced guitar together, she wanting to prepare for her performance with Victor tomorrow. A cheese sandwich. MB did some audio recording, and I spent an hour and a half cleaning in the basement, moping behind things, and so on. An opportunity to delve into corners not visited for some time. Came up for air. MB was getting ready for a BD performance.

Drove out, stopping at the grocery store for toilet paper. Returned the sump pump I'd bought at Home Depot. In to work, and unraveled the mystery of the encrypted add-on. Headed home around 1 AM. MB was in bed. Down basement, and some more tidying. Now, completing the day.