37th Ave. After having wondered if he were still around because I hadn’t seen him in quite a while, there was Mart. L. passing me in the opposite direction, and he didn’t look bad at all. Tuna, chicken and garden salads and Turkey Franks from FD (00:38). A nearly identical situation to what had happened the prior weekend, R. S. ignored me while he held a mop and passed within inches of me, but this time in the meat department. As I was passing DR, D’vid C. was rolling a wheeled bucket into the (closed) shop from the sidewalk.
Birthday dinner with G’rth had to be postponed due to something about his mother and a hospital. (See our SMS conversation.)