a day in the life of piano monkey

i went on a long walk today (to cherry beach to k town and back). then eventually i had to look for a bathroom. every public space is shut, and even park bathrooms are shut (thanks assholes for getting the parks shut). i literally begged a few coffee shops that were open, but they all sited city regulation and pointed to the door.  a kind man operating a small subway shop took a pity on me, and gave me a coin, and told me to open the lock and use the bathroom- and that he never opened it for me.  since i couldnt give back the coin, i bought a drink and left a good tip. he literally saved my day. we talked about how terrible it is for small businesses and homeless. he said 'coin trick' was the only thing he could think of to share with the homeless. i think of what's going to happen to homeless. i wonder what people actually do in long runs. i wonder how his little sub shop will do- as it's usually the cheapest option for the mass, and obvious with george brow

things changed pretty fast since last sunday, and yyz is quiet. covid lockdown. just like that (bit amazing really), my calendar became empty and visitors were cancelled, and i am left with no-task days. then i remind self that i do this every summer. by being in long distance relationship, i choose to spend time in uk during summer, and so once i leave, it's just days of 'freedom.' i try to run everyday, and do some remote work, eat lots and be mostly empty in the head. this somehow, is also quite similiar to the camino de santiago. i questioned myself a few times, whathell am i doing there? but mostly you wake, pack, put shoes on, and go. i walked mostly by myself. that was okay too. the difference i see now is that many of my lovely peeps (and myself) werent prepared for this 'break,' and that suddenly, we are all doing it. whether it be not being able to see family and loved ones, being at home with ones to care for, and probably most pressing, cash

i havent wrote blogs in awhile. partly because writing for ludwig van toronto has been fulfilling that need to write, and that writing to teh world can be a tiring thing, especially when there are potentials for arguments and contempt. but here is another one, hooray, happy 2020! at the gym today, i was trying to crush down 100 flights of stairs under 13 min, it is not super fast but it does take it out of me.  for last 2 min, i was holding onto the handrail, with horrible form, back stretched, and knees not underneath my body. i knew my form was horrid, but hey, just 4-5 more flights to go so, and somehow, like video game, i had to try to crush those numbers. silly me. then an older man appeared and stopped by me while i was publicly dying. man: your form will hurt your back me: thanks. and then he stood there, expecting- then he spoke again, man: it's better for you to go slower with better form me: thanks. what was he expecting? me to stop and correct my form? to immedi