Wednesday, June 24, 2026: 6:33 AM: As I walk around this apartment it occurs to me that outside of a oak Ethan Allen dining room table from 1983, my furniture is basically functional crap. I do like the glass top desk I bought from Staples and put together with my neighbor, Bill Ward, back in 2012. The bed is good, too, but I can’t spend all day there. “Or can I?”
However, the rest for the most part, is basically everyone else’s leftover shit they decided they didn’t want and some of it is starting to go to hell. “It’s time to do something about that!”