Blogging with Guy – Tuesday, December 9, 2014
I woke up at 7:04 a.m. I read a Spanish book in the bathroom. I weighed one hundred sixty-eight pounds. Downstairs, I heated oatmeal. I texted Dad (Richard Russell Conners) in the living room. The Dodge Grand Caravan number three eight two zero came at eight thirty-nine. On the minivan, I read the Blackhawks Magazine by myself in Evergreen Park. I arrived at The Arts of Life, Inc. to see everybody back in Chicago at nine fifty-six. I texted Mom (Sandra Lynn Yasutake Conners) in the wellness room at nine fifty-eight. In the late morning, I drew a still life with dog from their house by myself in the studio. Inbal Amit took my picture. I drew with dog. David Ray Krueger talked to us. I drew a still life by myself. I worked on Facebook. I drew a dog. I went with everybody to the cafe at eleven thirty-four. I e-mailed Mom (Sandra Conners) and Dad (Rick Conners) in the art studio. I went back to the cafe at eleven thirty-eight. I stretched my arms. Benjamin Howard Taylor and Steve Harhaj talked to us. I saw the Mendel from nineteen forty-eight-two thousand six years ago by myself. In the afternoon, I texted Cara Miwa Zeller and Ann Martha Zeller. Afterwards, I watched a video of Dave Kruger and Caitlin Marie Law by myself. I went back to the cafe again at twelve twenty-eight p.m. I saw the Mendel from nineteen forty-eight-two thousand six years ago. Catherine N. Norcott, Pablo Alonzo, Steve Harhaj, Kristopher K. Schenkel, Kelly Stone, and Michael John Marino talked to us. I saw it. Marty, Gavin Ingier, and I swept the floor. William Woodow Lily and I mopped it. I drew a still life again. I went back to the cafe some more at one fifty-one. I read a Chicago Blackhawks magazine. Ben Taylor talked to us. On the Pace ADA Paratransit Service number three six seven five, I texted Elizabeth Monique Longo, Cara Zeller, Ann Zeller, and Mom. I arrived back home at three forty-one. In the late afternoon, I washed the knivew and the cutting board. Upstairs, I took a nap in Cara’s room. Mom and I drove to CVS/pharmacy in our classic silver metallic Toyata Prius and went to Beverly Yoga Center to meet everyone. Monica Bright taught yoga. I cleaned the purple mat. Mom and I drove back home in our hybrid hatchback. I heated yaki soba with pork with lettuce. I texted Paul Kenneth Rohdle and David Robert Tedder Henderson. I watched the Green Bay versus Atlanta Monday Night Football on ESPN HD by myself. The Green Bay won forty-three to thirty-seven. In the late-night evening, I went to sleep in my room.