The thing about 4 am rain is that you can actually hear it, on trees and rooftops, with the expressway below mostly empty, night time motorcycle races cancelled due to inclement weather and a lull in the need for police ambulances and fire trucks. That is a rare and magical sound.
Of course L was waking up every 2 hours, last time at 4 and stayed up ever since refusing to go down again. Going to bed at 10 was a wise strategic move.

My old boss bought me a ticket to a benefit for the school for poor children he is an um.. benefactor for.
Something I haven’t done in a while. Caught up with people I see once a year. One of them just bought a Tesla. He really likes it.
More wine than I usually drink – really nice, too – I had no idea there was a Catalan region in France. A raffle, a rigged one – where I won a bottle – because my old boss likes me so.

Nice to catch up with an ex coworker. She is moving out of this unaffordable city, too, to New Jersey. She is an artist, a really good one, and did the right thing marrying a private equity surfer guy, but he is not doing well so no more city for them.

Commiserated about my trump-supporter refugee parents and her trump-supporter Iranian in-laws.

She bummed a cigarette from extremely douchebaggy young gay republicans outside who, unlike us, bought their own tickets to the benefit. They live nearby in Manhattan. Did not talk about politics.

This is well on the way to becoming the most boring blog on this platform.

Zero angst about injustices of the world. No beautiful mountains or bodies of water or planets to be in awe with. No art. No porn, not even soft kind. No news you haven’t already heard of.

I mostly write about folding laundry (which Murakami already did- and much better), sleep, sunsets and occasional cat pictures.

Why is anyone following me on here?

Got laundry-folding task taken away by kind R who arrived and sent me to another room to meditate. I am incapable of meditating and so instead curled up on dirty (after painting) floor (the small couch being taken by the clothes from the painted closet, and there being not enough empty space on the floor to stretch fully), and promptly fell asleep.

I had no idea wood floor could be so comfortable.

Being awakened by cries -too early- in the morning was brutal nonetheless, and I ended up forgetting L’s food bag in the fog that my brain is now – trekking back home from subway, then back – add 30 min to the commute – 30 min late for work.

R had even less sleep than I – and had to get up in the middle of night again – because he won’t sleep! – and collapsed of exhaustion at her office, and had to go home to sleep it off.

Will there ever be the time when we’d get enough sleep?

He is finally asleep. Bloody cat woke him up and it’s been 3 hours screaming pretty much nonstop. I can finally make and eat a sorry excuse for dinner. I can finally unload, sort and fold the laundry. I don’t know if I will have the energy to do the dishes – i will have to throw away the principle of never leaving dirty dishes overnight. Yeah – update tumblr. Notice another porn blog following me and block it immediately
The duffle bag that still smells like California eucalyptus will have to stay half unpacked for yet another day. And the apartment will stay upside down from finally being painted (no more f.cking beige!) till the weekend and maybe a few more.