Between Stephanie leaving, and Angie showing up at 4:30. A bliissful hour of privacy. I’m listening to Bob Dylan. I’m really trying to make better use of my Apple Music subscription. Like I’m trying to make fuller use of my Apple Watch.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.
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