...with Billy. We went to buy cigarettes. People everywhere I could not get a coffee easily. So I complained like a baby and left. I bought only one pack of smokes this morning because I am out of breath. At 9am, the birds were super loud on the street. It was lovely, like if it was dawn. Nobody on the street. My feet hurt deliciously yesterday when I went to bed (shoes without orthotics yesterday). Yes, my message is so much about freedom despite fascism.