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Tuesday & Wednesday

Tuesday: Up at 6:00, at the bus stop at 7:25, work until noon, then a quick lunch so I can go for a walk until it’s time to go back for more work, then catch the 4:45 bus to get home at 5:30. Prepped the upload for Wednesday’s comic, stopped at Zupans to buy a bouquet (a belated house-warming present), and went to have dinner with kr8vkat and Steinway. I hadn’t seen their home before, so I got the tour (it’s very nice!). It was great to get a chance to visit, but all too soon it was time to go home. I drove to the Hawthorne Auto Clinic, and left my car there (so I didn’t have to deal with it in the morning), and walked the last six blocks home. Then it was time for bed.

Wednesday: A couple guys decided to have a loud conversation at 4:00 AM outside my apartment, and I just barely managed to go back to sleep before the alarm went off. I uploaded the comic, caught the bus, etc. Today I had to skip the lunchtime walk, as I needed to leave a little early to pick up my car after work. Caught the 4:25 bus, walked to the Auto Clinic, then went to the grocery store. Once home, I was IM'ing L, when sanguinity called and asked if I wanted to go walking on Mt. Tabor with her and grrlpup. Feeling uninspired to work more on the computer, that seemed a perfect thing to do! So they picked me up, and we walked around Tabor while they told me about the “Little Women” musical they’d seen. They were less than impressed. Dropping me off around 8:30, I had time to make dinner and watch an episode of “Mythbusters” before writing this, and now it’s time to go to bed again!

I feel like I’ve hardly stopped moving since I got home on Sunday.
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