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Got to Carmine right at 7:30 with Marcus and Sean, and there was Thomas stranded outside because they wouldn't let him in without a grown-up. We walked in together, he pointed at me, and I thought he said to the guard, "This is my grandma." She looked me over and nodded. I yelled at Thomas the whole way up the stairs: why couldn't he have picked a different relative?! It turned out he'd said "This is my grown-up." I'd misheard. Must be my old ears. (What?)

I'm forcing myself to warm up with five balls for a while before juggling clubs now (I was about to say "before juggling," because only clubs feel like juggling). Five balls feels better, but my arms get tired, so I consider it exercise instead of practice. Clubs were okay, nothing exciting. I still can't run 552 or leftie double-singles, and I didn't even try triple-singles. My backcrosses suck. Everything was okay, but nothing was going anywhere, and Matt from Pratt did not show up as promised, so I was getting tired and uninspired, which is what solo juggling does to me.

Then I saw Jack & Chloe passing, and I went over for some reason, and Jack said Chloe was complaining that he wasn't a good enough passer to teach her, and they were having all kinds of problems. I fed them and identified the major problems so they couldn't argue about whose fault was what, and we passed four count a while. The main issue was timing, so we started talking about Poetic Motion and how slowly they juggle and then how they coordinate colors, so that made me think of 3-count, and I made them do that. Neither had ever tried any symmetric passing, and I love forcing people's brain to twist that way. I worked with them both separately, then fed them until they could get it going enough to try it together. It was satisfying. I gave them solo exercises for it too. So I felt useful, but I'm not sure whether Jack felt challenged or bullied/tortured. That's always how it is when you show righties that kind of pattern.

After being re-routed all over for a shoot we finally parked, and Chinese was fine. Mark (?) from Brussels came, and so did Dean Anderson, whom someone picked up along the way. He's working nights now thus never at either club.

I think that's it. Got ice cream on the way home and accidentally left mine in the fridge instead of the freezer overnight, so I had a sticky surprise in the morning.