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I am at my parents' apartment. It's all their stuff but it's in a new place. It's like the Bizarro universe.

I'm staying the night over here so I can accompany them to the new house, so we can see the work in progress. That's also why I'm checking out the local coffeehouse.

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Tonight I went to Fiddlers Dream, a hole-in-the-wall coffee house in the tiniest, most nondescript building ever, to see some live folk music.

I only stayed for one of the three acts but it was nice going there and just listening to a performance. And the coffee and cocoa is much cheaper than you'd get at a big chain coffee place, though some drinks can only be prepared between sets because the machine is too loud.

I think I was the youngest one there.

I left after the first act because I suddenly got super-sleepy. I'd crash early but it's not as easy to fall asleep in a recliner as it used to be.