Offerings to/from the gods

 This weekend has been most notable for the amount of theatre consumed and the gentleman who kept coming into the cafe who wasn't oriented to reality. Today he said he brought us offerings from Caleb! ...whoever that is.

Yesterday he tried to pay to use the bathroom with pins. Like these, but from various tourist attractions. He exclaimed in pain whenever he touched them:

Today he came in bearing fir branches and brambles on his back. He set them on a table and tried asking for water to put in a water bottle he'd brought with him. He ended up abandoning the branches, someone else thought he said they were a gift. When I left six hours later he was still in the area, punching at trees, but had acquired a small yellow bag. I ended up calling the Safety Patrol because...I think that was the right thing to do? I hope?

Woof. It's hard being alive.

Otherwise, Cabaret was amazing and I spent before the show and intermission venting and catastrophizing about the future of American politics with V and crying intermittently throughout the rest of it. Chilling and perfect and...needed. Is this what happens in times of turmoil? Turn to music, turn to art? Yes.

Okay, time to figure out this assignment that's due at 9:00 PM for which I'm interviewing my mom, probably cleaning floors and doing dishes, and getting ready for the Day of Presidents. 

At least we get to sleep in tomorrow!