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November 7 – Day 62: “That’s All There Is; There Isn’t Any More”

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(Today’s title comes courtesy of Ethel Barrymore, who used the line to let her audiences know the curtain calls were over.)  I get the feeling that, if a person crossed Ethel Barrymore, they'd get this look. I got to sleep pretty late Tuesday night/Wednesday morning—as has become normal—though if I were to consider that I was probably still on East Coast time, it was really early ( really early). I did fall asleep in the living room at one point, but stubbornly persevered until crazy late. I didn’t have much on the schedule other than driving down to Mountain View to pick up my comics and then up to SF State to drop off my paperwork for teaching in the spring. (I’ve somehow gotten dropped out of their system, so even though I’m scheduled to teach, I have to—sort of—reapply.) The oddest thing about the day was driving again. I’ve only been in a car three times since early September, and even though it is like riding a bike, it was still a little funny to be out the

November 6 – Day 61: Home Again, Home Again ...

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It was cold, it was rainy, it was too damn early. I had to wake up anyway, though, since I had so much to do. I hadn’t gotten to sleep much before 5:00, and had originally planned on getting up at 10:00, but just couldn’t do it, so I gave myself an additional 15 minutes. When the alarm went off, though, I thought it was 10:30, so I was granted a few minutes. After a few moments of checking my phone to see if there were any important emails (there never are), what the weather was, and what stupid shit Trump pulled overnight, I dragged myself out of bed and started the getting-ready process. Fortunately, I didn’t have to shave, so that was going to save me some time. I took my final shower in the fun-house bathtub, and plunged in. After a quick breakfast, I pulled one of my suitcases out from under the bed and started loading stuff into it. I had six drawers full of clothes, so I started at the top right and worked my way down and over to the left. The case filled pretty quickly,

November 5 – Day 60: The Final Full Day

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Was a bust in some ways. Way back early in this whole process, when I started mentioning restaurants, Pidge’s niece’s husband (an FBI agent!) recommended a place in Little Italy—Parisi’s Bakery—that he used to go to when they lived in the city. I’d neglected to go (mainly because I’d forgotten about it), even though a sandwich place that bakes its own bread—and has been doing so since 1903—sounds right up my alley. I’d gotten to sleep really late on Sunday, so I slept late, with plans to go over and up and down and up and down the island. I was going to start in Little Italy, then head up to 45 th , then go back to TriBeCa, then back up to 51 st , then back home. The first step involved walking over to Mott Street. My map wanted me to head to Houston, then west, but I find Houston an incredibly boring street and wanted to avoid it, which meant just cutting east and south through various streets and alleys to get where I wanted to go, which I found much more interesting rout