The other night I woke up in a cold sweat and remembered that I haven’t seen my favorite button down shirt in months – possibly since last summer – and with all of the busyness of life it’s taken me this long to realize it’s gone. So this morning I took apart the apartment trying to find it – unsuccessfully. I got that shirt the weekend I stayed with my sister and went on adventures with the hillbilly rednecks she lives with in the trailer park. That was the weekend everyone thought I was in the psych ward but I wasn’t. I loved that shirt. Its loss was a devastating thing.
So today I went for a joy ride. I took Rt. 33 west over to Bergen and turned north on Rt. 19 over the railroad tracks, droveober the top of the hill into Brockport, found the plaza with the outlet where I first acquired the favorite shirt a little less than a year ago. I found the same shirt, it was the only one left on the rack, acquired the shirt, drove home. The drive is vaguely wet and grey and brown and quietly pleasant. Nice to get out of the house after being sick. Listened to Scott Regan on Different Radio, WRUR 88.5 FM – found some good music, it sounds like there’s going to be some live music at the Little Theater in Rochester again. He says Sarah Jaroz released a new album recently, must listen.
Went to the gym and got groceries with Steve Rogers. After dinner we put a comforter and some couch cushions down on the living room floor and played Halo for a couple of hours. I am still not very good at this game. I die and come back to life with embarrassing frequently, but at least I shot and killed a bunch of gnarley looking bad guys. My partner is being really excellent about being patient with me while I learn how to do this thing, and both of us are having fun.
This is all for now.