Waking up around 11:30 a.m. from a heavy sleep. Dreaming that I was hanging out in this apartment where 5-7 people lived there, strangers to me. Not sure why I was there. At some point it’s understood Ana lives here. I hear her have an angry fit upstairs in the bathroom. When she comes down the steps I carefully approach her and ask if she’s okay. The conversation is weird – she seems inattentive but still trying to be cordial.
Oatmeal. Tea.
There’s so much work to do. Just found out Shaunna is too sick to work front desk today. So I move my lessons to Friday and decide to come in myself.
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Meanwhile, dealing with some stress regarding the paycheck from the gig. Nigel created a complication and the check returned. So now our whole system of paying people is put on pause. I just get frustrated cause we put all this effort in creating a good system and now it can’t be executed.
Eggs. Spinach. English Muffin. Chips with Avocado. Coffee.
At Music Makers watching the front desk – collecting payments and communication with customers.
Meeting at Nigel’s with Ron to go over the spreadsheets from the show this weekend. Solidifying all the numbers and debating things. In the end we come to a consensus on things.
Back home. Black Beans with Tuna, Bok Choy, Onions, and Garlic Bread.
Finishing the second season of True Detective.
Catching up on business and chores.
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