Not in Del Taco for a change. Long bike ride. Life is good, I'm out at Lower Lake Mary under a tree, could be better if I wasn't sitting on a bed of pine needles. Thorny and the thin fabric on my bathing trunks leaves something to be desired. I take a call from Belster. She's the toast of the town in New York City and is prepared to do whatever it takes in order to never leave, even if this means marrying me. I talk her sore head through the aftermath of her night last night and she later texts me to say that she made it to the Kushner play.