No fanfare. No celebration. No special dinner. Lots of sleep deprivation, though. And, the first rainy Winter day arrived, which further marred the non-existent occasion. Thus, this Notes post only serves as a placeholder. The 69th year of existence begins with a whimper, and the anticipation of death increases daily.
Summary: Heavy rain soaked the gym bag and its contents (clothes, etc.), anticipated haircut at Institute of Hair Design cancelled, gym workout accomplished without problem, on-line order of Subway® sandwich for dinner locked up (fortunately, order went through), Subway® sandwich was poorly made (half of the contents fell out), sat in “colon bag” shit (again!) on the bus returning to Waikiki, and no evening outing although rain stopped. Overall, a really shitty Ol’ Lavahead Day.
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