Waking up around 11:30 a.m.
Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Strawberries, and Almond Milk. Breakfast Tea.
Reading about all the destruction and damage to all the local businesses at the oceanfront. It’s a shame that a small group of people resorted to rioting and breaking windows. And I hope everyone who reads and sees this in the news doesn’t chalk up the aftermath to rowdy protesters. It was a peaceful and unifying protest/march up until the teargas was used.
I decide to make a meaningful post about my account and involvement last night to spread the truth. #BlackLivesMatter
Scrambled Eggs. Sourdough Toast with Butter and Jam. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Coffee.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Shooting some basketball around.
“Father Northam”, as Ana and I have recently been calling our governor, has issued a city wide curfew of 8 p.m. in reaction to the growing protests and gatherings happening around the 757. It all feels so surreal. This year has brought so many extreme things.
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Sitting at my computer desk hearing all the sirens scream by on the interstate.
I decide not to post any video for the day to join everyone else who are refraining from posting for Black Out Tuesday.
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