April enters warmly. with loss. I lose one of my Saranac cross-training half-gloves. I use them all the time for cycling. although I’m not doing any weight-lifting in the moment, I’ll have to find a replacement.
meet Peter for a beer at Hackischer Markt, we wander over to Alexanderplatz where it’s warm enough to sit outside. he tells stories of his father who dies an alcoholic after fighting in the army on several fronts in the war.
hope to get to Mechernich later to see the rest of the crew later in June or so, though any travel will be contingent on whether or not I can find someone to sublet the flat for June and/or July. can’t afford to travel and rent at the same time.