Rode in with Pete on the T again. Kinki? I think not.

The non-working SSH problem continued to transpire. I thought perhaps I'd broken it with my attempt to build the latest OpenBSD from source, and reinstalled the snapshot. No dice. Aargh. Not a mite of work done.

Picked up the sirloin dinner from A Street and footed it to the outdoor seating near the Hood milk jug on Congress Street with Chris and Kendra. Chris related his experience as a lobster sorter, and instructed us never to eat lobster salad, which is made from dead lobsters that don't smell too bad yet. I am relating this to you, my reader who may currently have just been eating, because I care deeply about your personal welfare. Please avoid lobster salad, and please tell everyone, whether you know them or not, to do the same. Just run around city streets flailing your arms about wildly and shouting “Never eat lobster salad!”. That should do the trick.

Chris, Kendra, and I attempted to take in a good old movie on the Common, but it was rained out. We walked around the swanky area (including the Ritz-Carlton) but could not find any reasonable restaurants, so we went to my current local favorite, Eagles Deli. It was a little out of their way, but it was tasty, priced nicely, and open. This suited our needs. I ordered a Sunrise burger (bacon and egg on top) and took it home to eat later, when I was actually hungry.