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Waking up just before 12:30 p.m.
Honey Flakes, Oat Clusters, and Granola with Vanilla Almond Milk.
Shopping for groceries.
Falafel Wrap with Hummus, Tomatoes, and Kale. Black Tea with Honey. Banana. Navel Orange.
Cleaning the downstairs bathroom thoroughly and half of the upstairs bathroom.
Baked Salt n Vinegar Chips.
Ana meets up with me and we go to The Escape for a good one-hour workout. Then, to the basketball courts off First Colonial. While she runs on the track field I play a few games of 3-on-3 with some ball players.
Back at the house. I cook us dinner: Mojito Salmon with Baby Broccoli, Carrots, and Brown Rice. Kevin and Will join us at the table, Will with his Williamsburg White Ales and Kevin with his PBR's. Ana and I sip on Bubbly Elderberry Lemonades. It's Movie Monday but it's just the four of us. We decide on Death Race 2000, the original 1975 cult classic with Sylvester Stallone and David Carridine.
Sharing fresh Mango.
Later on, Ana and I are hanging out upstairs. It's been a while since we've made love and I'm kind of horny. We play around on the floor but for some reason after getting revved up I go limp. It may have something to do with it being the end of her period—before I could really connect it required a second step of preparation. Anytime there's a pause in the process I kind of lose it. This leads to some unsettling conversations about birth control. She's been on the pill for the past three months but it wasn't making her feel good physically and emotionally. After a while I recommend we go for a walk.
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It's two in the morning. We stroll down the sidewalk of the neighborhood—I apologize if I sounded insensitive—she apologizes for building invisible walls. We pass by a lone bird in a tree singing various melodies, like a medley of different whistle styles from jazz to pop to blues to hip-hop. It just sounds so funny.
Me: "I've never heard a bird do that before. It's like he's trying to find his voice."
Ana: "He's really enjoying himself.
Me: "He's practicing for his gig in the morning."
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Back in the bedroom trying to stay cool from all this heat. She brings up the fact that I keep all her things safe.
Ana: "You've got my CD's. You've got my spare key. You're like a safe storage!"
Me: "Don't get robbed. Get a Rob storage unit!"
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Death Race 2000 movie poster.
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