Pilates was good for me, but afterwards I got caught up talking to the studio owner about a proposed low income housing development down the street and then wound up going to visit the big space next door where this guy Kevin is thinking about putting in a movie and pizza joint a la the movie houses in Portland where you take a pitcher of beer to your table. Michael supports the development because the managers are extremely good at running their properties so they don't become nuisances.
Shortly after I got home, Worthy Opponent showed up on his bike for some meeting he's going to that should be over in about another forty minutes or so. So I guess I'll kill just a little bit of time (shower and dog walking should do it), and then we'll head over to the Asian Art Museum together (with a bank detour on the way). His rehearsal is in the U-District, so we'll very conveniently be able to go there at the same time (me for my movie), and with any luck he might be able to join me at the Mandarin Gate for karaoke later.
The milk seems to be spoiling about three days before it should. This is the third gallon I've had to toss out early. I wonder what we're doing wrong? Is it the fridge?