23 July 2017, Sunday

37th Ave. Went shopping without running into anyone I knew. Meat, cheese and fruit from FD. Purchasing the sliced smoked ham was a mistake as it surprisingly turned out to taste insufficiently fatty. An entire chicken from OAC, not a wise choice if I intended to begin fasting the following day. A couple came in with a stroller so wide that, because they tarried for a time in the narrower part of the aisle closest the entryway, entirely prevented anyone from getting in or out for that time. Because I was holding my hen pieces with both hands, I couldn’t photograph the handsome but grotesquely muscular young man holding his girlfriend’s hand.

Hutch (1235–36).