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Having lunch at Favelas in Vacaville. With facemasks abound it’s an interesting time to eat out. It’s all about outdoor dining for the smaller restaurants, so I know ill be getting hard looks for taking up a table of four regardless of how much I tip.

I feel that it’s more quiet with the Covid restrictions in effect. Don’t get me wrong, there is def noise abound with the outside traffic of the vehicles driving by. But the lack and limit of outdoor seating has muted much of the sounds I usually hear eating out.

I guess one good think from this is that I don’t have to see as many couples and families around me and fight the anger and jealousy that usually occurs. But it does put a limit of the people watching I can do. Just quick bursts from the people walking by instead of a detailed expose of the couple and their newborn child like normal.

Still empty enough that I have nothing to say.

So there is an … initiative at the lab where I work at that at 11am on Thursday we are suppose to take 30min to practice mindfulness and do something for us. And while I can appreciate mindfulness, 11am on a work day is horrible. Way too much going on just to drop everything and meditate or play the drums. Easier to do on the east coast since it’s 1pm, so I decided to move my time to 1pm also.

So here I am journaling for my half hour. I am pretty miserable right now. Off the prescription drugs, sugar levels are probably running rampant, if the number of times I go pee is any indication. Hiding in my room to avoid Gaby while she is ravaging. Still don’t know what got

I love it when the boss comes out to serve ice cream and doesn’t know where the flavors are

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