November 3rd


A quiet day. I slept for nine hours yet still felt wore out. Mark came back from his sleepover with a leftover salmon poke bowl I had to talk him out of eating. We went to a local mexican restaurant but had to wait for our table in a bar where some very drunk, older man complained it’s not fair he can’t praise how great Donald Trump is and talk about how much he admires him in this city. While in this city. The kids hated the food and it was definitely too noisy for a Sunday dinner.