Ok, What Do I Actually Do with My Time?

 This morning I woke up early.  Circa 0800.  Usually I finally open my eyes around 1000.

I grabbed breakfast at a hawker stall next door.  The best Kolo Mee I have enjoyed yet.  No pic, it looked like Kolo Mee.  But the ground pork was just a bit greasier.  And when that fat gets some pasta starch and vinegar mixed with it...Oh, my!

Today's peppers were notably hotter than recent ones.  And that last bite of pepper, pork fat, and othe bits...is pure unctuous love: sweet, lemak, heat.

Then I realized I had not carried my towel, hat, Kindle or water with me.  Back 50m to the hotel.  Grab my stuff.

I need cash for Monday - the final S-MM2H Visa process steps to get the stamp.  (I foresee a hassle over something money related coming....I'll be angry and frustrated but it will work out.)  Cash machine only had 10s and 50s. So did number two, so I took out RM1500.  Same at cash machine three, where I went to the counter and exchanged sixty 50s for thirty 100s.  (RM100 is the largest bill.)

Now, massively worried because I was carrying around RM3000 I wandered along the river until I found a place to hide the money on my person.  WHY?  It's less than $750.  The number of times I have walked with over that amount in my pockets is not insubstantial.  Starting with Germany in 1980.  I know I have walked the streets of Las Vegas with well over $5K at times (that was one very good trip - I arrived with $600).  Deep breath and chill...

I picked up some trash and put in the bin.  I do this in an exaggerated production.  I do it at every opportunity.  Malaysians need an example to follow here.

A young woman fell in the street 100m away from me.  I walked over to make sure she was OK.  She was.

An older woman separated herself from her group to sit on a bench to cool off.  Waving her hands about her face.  I walked over and used my towel to (stand back and) fan her.  She smiled and thanked me.

I held traffic up for a few folks to cross the street safely.  

Cooled down in the AC of a mall and had some chicken ramen for lunch.  Yummy.  Yes, I bused my tray.

Yeah, that's a typical half a day.

Still no idea what they are.  Or, how they multiply.

Last night.  Playing with different modes and felt compelled to add humans again.

I'm living the life Mr. Rodgers taught us to, I guess.  It's not hard to do and feels good.

Nap time.

There will be no sweaters for me in this particular embodiment of the 'ideal.'