6 March 2021, Saturday

My Gmail takeout took about eighteen hours to download.

37th Ave. (7356–57, 7131). Frozen breaded fish filets, Turkey pot pie, salmon/chickpea garden salad (mislabeled as quinoa/cranberry, or actually “cramberry”), pre‐sliced deli packets of Münster and yellow American cheeses, and sour cream from F’town (23:21). I’m trying to get back in the swing of taking photographs so I took two arbitrary shots of the deli or appetizing island I like so much (7356–57). Unfortunately, neither the francophone security officer nor my favorite self‐checkout worker were there, likely because it is Saturday night. The same strawberries that had been a dollar a pound on Tuesday were still outside Prem. Sup. for a dollar for two pounds, so I couldn’t resist (23:28). (See Keep.) Was my masked cashier, Shoron per the receipt, attractive? How could I tell? But he did like and giggle at my not knowing so close to midnight whether to say Good night or Good morning. Failed halfhearted attempt to adequately record the ফুসকা [sic] হাউস workers (7131).