Today Nick came over in the morning. We went to the farmer's market, then rented a car for a few hours to haul the last wave of Kickstarter packages to the post office. The post office was supposed to come pick them up yesterday, but never showed. Even though I paid 'em $20 to supposedly come at a particular time.
We also ran up to Northgate for some sewing supplies for my coat upgrade. And because he'd left something there that he was bringing to my place, and was afraid he might have left at the bus stop.
After lunch, we went back to my place and lounged in the living room for a while. He puttered on the net, I played some more Amalur for a while. At one point “famous people who share your birthday” came up, and he found out that in addition to sharing P. T. Barnum's birthday, I also share Bill Watterson's. Which was cool. I'd known about Barnum since I was a kid but that was new.
We also played the latest version of Ascencion, which was pretty fun. I ended up winning 107-70something, not bad for a few mistakes in the beginning and not playing any version in a good while.
And now I am lying alone in my bed listening to a neighbor practice their bongos. They have been joined tonight by a flute. It is simultaneously charming and annoying, and is kind of the price of living in the university district, really. (Also the drummer's playing is significantly more complex than when I first started hearing their evening sessions – hooray for the power of practice!)
Tomorrow I will probably do some combination of working on the coat, dealing with non-Kickstarter packages that have backed up while I dealt with the KS, and writing Rita.
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