Bus

Friday morning: Been away; work-traveling. Weekend of more work ahead. Dull, misty skies. Mouse in the kitchen. Clothed wrinkly, cupboards bare. Late. Groggy. Frizzy hair, make-up streaks. Almost miss the bus.  RUN to make it, last one of forty to pile in, the front half full to standing. Push through.  And there, right in the … Continue reading

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