* Walked to work.
* Gave Mungo Thompson's parents a tour. Glad I got to do that because I’m a big Mungo fan and have thought deeply about puns to make when discussing his work.
* Picked Will up. His dad had gone to California in a private jet flown in by Apple. He had specified it wasn't an emergency and not to have anyone over except Hirshey and the general (in other words not me).
* Will and I went to Tune up. At the end of our meal his dad called and he ignored, thinking it was probably to announce that his brother was dead.
* As we left he started crying. I held him. I asked if he wanted to go back to his house or I go for a walk, he said he wanted to go to the show.
* The show was good. Nice to see old friends doing stuff and playing their instruments well.
* Will and I sat in his driveway, blasting Rancheras, a procession of deer walked past us.
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