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.