Walk to Randal Museum

On the first of December I wrote my friend and I had gone to bed by 11 I had done a lot of work and I went to bed at one in the morning. We woke up three times.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I heard noise in the kitchen and made coffee. I tried to made eggs, toast and potatoes but burn myself. It turned out OK. The meal was good. When we had heard from an acquaintances we packed up and pushed our carts to Four Barrel.

We talked about work and vacation before sharing our plans. Later my friend and I walked to Duboce. She went to see her old coworker, who had broken up with her boyfriend. I had quiet time until 230. I was alone for a few hours. Later I went to Church Street. The 37 had gone so I quietly pushed the cart to the Judah train.

Once I was able to push all the way to the Randall Museum on Masonic, I saw trains and a raccoon. I was really quiet when we saw an owl. I took States Street back and had dinner with my friend. We wound down and I worked on my exam.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.