October 27th, 2025

Getting ready to go to the office. I’m taking a lot of stuff. The old-timers I’m with say-no, and trim way back what I have. It was like old manuals and stuff. They say that security will not be happy. We go in, and I go to get a drink. They’re hitting tennis balls against a wall. I want to, but there are no balls left. I improvise one out of a can and string, and put water in it. It doesn’t work well, and I switch to a disk, which is harder but doable. E.J. K. is there and watching me struggle. I finally get it by hitting it on edge.