I didn’t ride my bike into town anticipating it, though I would have been all right had I gone around lunchtime. I’m feeling really sluggish anyway. I feel better after yoga, as usually. I’ve been making half-asses stabs at getting ready for my move. I don’t want to move stuff I don’t want to keep, so I’m purging my files of old bank statements and such. My little shredder isn’t cut out for heavy-duty expungings of the record. It keeps overheating and shutting off.
At the grocery store tonight I saw a guy with a swastika tattooed on his forearm. He might as well have had “I am an ignorant dickhead” tattooed on him.