charlie the landlord wasn't home the day before, so the payment of rent had to wait a day. inasmuch as that day would be a wednesday (day before coding day), i elected to go home early (better to sleep early and all that).
park car, enter compound, their door is open. okay, charlie's in. requisite greetings, and invitation to have a seat while receipt is made. someone who i've seen before (turns out to be charlie's nephew) comes in and...
...beer.
this time, i politely managed to nurse just one beer until way after it had gone flat; whereas they (the nephew who had instigated the early beer consumption had drunk two and had left - to be replaced by julius) had upwards of three or so apiece.
jose had dropped by the apartment for some stuff, and had gone back to the office; and i was still nursing my beer.
haze of conversations half-remembered, except one story that's just too scary to commit to these cyberspace pages. on other fronts, charlie'd been to south africa in the times of apartheid, seen the "big pit" at kimberly... nephew asked what i do for a living and drew a complete blank when i described my line(s) of work...
ten o'clock, and i made my exit...
strangely enough, sleep did not come easily last night.
had to drag myself out of bed, got to work, slept, had breakfast - and now the headache is coming on.
...must find a better way to deal with visits to unit "a" (just say no?) or, as jose suggests, bring my libation of choice handy when i do go drop by...
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