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7-2-17 1:42PM

This morning I rode my bike to the Grafton bridge and back, about 7 miles.  Maybe a half-dozen others, two walkers, four bicyclists, were on the trail.  The walkers were huge but hey, they were out walking.  One bicyclist passed me, I passed two others.  The two I passed were both in their fifties, maybe, without helmets.  They did not appear to be in a hurry or interested in breaking a sweat.  

I used to ride twenty miles, easy, all the way to Cedarburg and sometimes Mequon and back.  Small steps, if any.

Since then I applied to a job at a charter school in Walker’s Point.  I made German noodles, which were kind of gross, actually, maybe too old, with corn.  Whiskey and I stood on the front lawn after the rain’s first wave.  N is upstairs on his computer.  His room is clean.  I think he likes the current space.  I tried to read on the couch but mostly fucked around on my phone.

Applying for jobs does not feel like a priority.  I’m still waiting to hear from last week’s interview.  They called at least one reference.  The 4th of July puts a pause on all that.

I’m wearing a brown button down and checkered pajama pants.



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