Tuesday November 5 2019


Riding a bike in a forest-rich city, possibly somewhere in South America. It’s very hilly. The bike is not my bike – I have to keep adjusting the handlebars to stay in place like I like them. I pass by friends I traveled here with – talking about how perfect the temperature is, not too hot or cold. I ride along exploring the city – now I’m in an industrial part of town. I see a few familiar people over by an abandoned warehouse. There’s some kind of show or costume event happening. Rachel Rephan suddenly runs out from a fence – she’s got a blue pacifier in her mouth, blindfolded, and with nothing much on. It’s understood to be part of some prank or challenge related to this crazy event. I shout out her name so she recognizes me. I see more people I know but don’t stay long. Continuing up the road I pause under a small tunnel/overpass to fix something. Suddenly it starts pouring down rain and it feels like a hurricane. I made it just in time.



Waking up at 11 a.m.


Granola Cereal with Strawberries and Almond Milk. English Breakfast Tea.


Catching up on business.


Fulfilling my civic duty and voting for senate, house of delegates, city treasurer, council, and public schools. I did some research on the candidates the night before. I love the aesthetic of this church that’s volunteered their space: Scott Memorial United Methodist. It’s kind of awkward as I walk into the voting room cause there’s about 20 volunteers and maybe two voters in the booth. Plus, I have to say out loud my name and address. A jovial black man shakes my hand and hands me the traditional “I Voted” sticker. “God bless you, sir!”

As I drive out the parking lot I can hear the church bells ring a familiar Christmas tune.


Scrambled Eggs. Poppy Seed Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Kale. Coffee.


Teaching lessons at Music Makers. In between lessons I handle the payments and manage the front desk.


Back home. Ana and mom made a wonderful dinner: Pumpkin, Pea, Carrot Soup with Quinoa, Cabbage, and Naan Bread.


Later on, Ana and I play some music at the studio, something we haven’t done in a quite a while now. We don’t focus hard on anything in particular but try to have a little fun. I always turn into teacher mode at some point trying to help Ana with some barre chord concepts. She doesn’t always respond well to my insistent teaching method.


Popcorn. Chamomile Tea.



Sleep 4 a.m.

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