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Waking up just before noon.
Irish Oatmeal with Strawberries, Blueberries, Pumpkin Seed Meal, Maple Syrup, and Kefir. Coffee.
Errands: Buying a couple adult piano lesson books for some new students. Buying a couple turtle necks and convection heater from the Salvation Army thrift store off Lynnhaven Pkwy.
PB&J. Lentil Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Teaching six piano lessons at Music Makers.
Working out at The Escape – running a couple miles and ab-core exercises.
On the phone with Ana trying to convince her to continue with "our night" plans. She forewarned me earlier in the day that she did not want to hang out because she wasn't feeling well, not sickly, just not feeling well. After talking with her I can sense a heaviness in her voice and she starts to cry. She's not happy, and not necessarily in the relationship cause we always iterate how edifying and positive our relationship is. She just doesn't like being around me when she's got this attitude.
Her: "I don't understand. I cry every week!"
After about 45 minutes she agrees to come over. I clean up and cook dinner.
Baked Salmon with Baby Broccoli, Multi-Colored Carrots, and Quinoa.
We settle down in the living to watch Woody Allen's Annie Hall (1977), a quintessential Woody Allen movie and one of his best in my opinion. I had never seen it all the way through.
Lounging in the bed Ana discussing her issues with food and all the potential allergies she's not sure she has. When the idea of seeing an allergist comes up Siri suddenly interrupts our conversation, "I think I found some allergists near you."
Both of us are surprised and laugh.
Me: "I don't understand. How did my iPhone get triggered like that?"
Then I start to ask Siri personal questions. She can't tell me my future...
Before we drift off to sleep our stomachs are gurgling like monsters lurking in the night. Without any ambient noise the room is unusually quiet – the air isn't on – the humidifier isn't on – the fridge is quiet. Sleep at a decent hour before 3 a.m.
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