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I left my car at the grandparent's place, waved goodbye (as always), and rode with my parents to PIT.

Everything I need for Japan is packed in the car. Everything I want to stay safe is in storage. I've locked up. I wonder what the place will smell like when I get back.

Fritz, stickler for the details, needed a real vibraphone for the Sushi Girl soundtrack. We took my car from Williamsburg into Midtown to acquire and escort the set back to his apartment recording studio.

I've finally wrapped up all the summer's work on performace parts restoration for the Ensemble. I think it was something around 3,000 pages? Nobody was there at the precise moment I finished the task so I just gave myself a quiet high five and headed out the door.