Walked back down Heart Attack hill at 9:30 to get the Mousaka and Stuffed Grape Leaves.
Lo and behold, the Greek tent was there!
Didn’t feel like watching an Arab athlete lose her Wimbledon final to some Ruskie carpetbagger, so I went to a supermarket in Eastchester to get gazpacho soup, and a few other items.
Now I can chill out for the rest of the day without agonizing over how lazy the last 2 days have been.
Sour diesel bongs will do that to you.
I don’t care if I don’t get much else done of a tangible nature.
Instead, the balance of today is going to mostly be about ecclectic reading, smoking dope, and taking remedial naps.
So long as I started it — as is my custom when in my NY house — by listening to the beautiful Muslim call to prayer at sunrise, no worries, habibi!