Breakfast/brunch/the first thing I ate was coffee and a bialy.
Then I wrote some WCAs and pitched a bunch of places and applied for a job at a meat counter (to further my butchery skills) and then I rode by bike home.
Once home, I wrote some more things and commented in ROTW. Then I took a bite of cold pizza and went for the worst 3-mile run of my life.
When I came back from that, I finished the slice of cold pizza and warmed up two more.
I also ate two of those cheesecake things.
I wanted to soak my feet/ankles, but we didn’t have a foot-soaking tub anymore. I informed Sean of my plight and — on his way home from his trail running — group he purchsed an appropriate receptacle and also a tub of cheeseballs.
I soaked my feet, ate some cheeseballs, and went to bed (but didn’t really sleep tbh).