July 7

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Hey kids. I feel both really old and really young at the same time, don't you?

T started a summer program instead of his old preschool across the street which means I have to get in my car every morning, and I hate that. I drive him ten minutes away, to Bay Farm Island, which you probably don't know but it's a part of Alameda that's between actual Alameda and the Oakland Airport. I hate it. It's the total burbs. Track condos next to track condos next to track houses and a golf course. Awful. And my bus ride is now 40 minutes into the city, which this morning meant 40 minutes next to this guy with a sour expression, weird throat clearing, audible yawns, and major phone fidgeting. I was tempted to quote T and say, "You're a bummer!" but I refrained. I was trying to read Foster's Recodings, but totally failed.

Then I had extra coffee.