Blame it on the stealthy bus
My vindication was short-lived, By suppertime this evening, over half the box of peaches had dissolved into compost. Less than 24 hours. How do they do that (the fruit sellers), and do they think I’ll get fooled again? Back to canned and drowned in syrup, I guess.
Sometime between midnight and much darker, the dog gave me a two-paw swat on the back, to get me to open the door to his need to explore. I didn’t get back to sleep for hours, which made the work day feel much longer. Or was it the hour of speeches by administrators, before my morning coffee was drained? A poorly balanced mixture. We learned that some schools are now making their own promotional videos, including music beds produced in a local basement. Saves the board’s advertising budget, I suppose.
The afternoon saw me springing (figuratively) to get some machines cloned and shipped. Not bragging, but I am competent in such matters, and the space around my desk was emptied in record time. The shipping area; not so sure.
I was distracted by FB on the phone, and never saw my bus sneak by the stop. Took an extra round of patience to get home, although today’s traffic policeman provided comedic relief: To one motorist, “See this hand? I’m not waving because I’m in need of a new friend. It means stop. For you, nothing else!” The flow of cars “with nobody in ’em” is improving, and if I can stop letting the bus go by without me, life will improve.
