Up 7:30.
Read Mouthpieces on the train. Started looking at Agnes Callard, On Anger.
Therapy. Lunch. Home at 1.
Packed. Spent maybe 30 min trying to look at a paragraph. Packed, dithered as usual getting out of the house, started dishwasher, left around 4.
Read Callard on train, walked from Fordham station to a coffee house at one end of Arthur Ave., had a macchiato, met Jenny.
Shopped for Thanksgiving.
Had a Manhattan and dinner at their place.
Set up the digital piano we’re taking to her brother’s tomorrow to make sure it’s working.
Watched a couple episodes of a pretty good Chicago ensemble sitcom called SouthSide. Took dogs for a walk and kinda argued about the whole Tobi Vail shoegaze thing, which I shouldn’t have brought up. Oh well.
Lights out around 11.Didn’t sleep great, listened to a couple podcasts in the early a.m.