Sixty-one calls. Queue was on all day.

Got the table, big TV, and copier. Now competely moved from the TWP to Ypsilanti. Feels good.

Had a nice long chat with , despite my attack of antsiness lat night.

Mom and Dad bought me dinner in the Rawsonville Denny’s because I’d had coney for lunch. On a related note, there’s a coney island at the corner of Rawsonville Rd. and Textile. In a strip mall. Hrm. New haunt, perhaps?