I went to church. I missed the bus to church and so I walked. It was not far. I walked in just as the service had started.
I bussed back and made lunch. I played games most of the afternoon. It was gray and rainy, and I did not really want to go out.
I considered not going to the concert tonight, but reasoned that since I had been inside almost all day, it would be good for me to get out a bit.
Except that I thought I had to leave at 7.15, when the bus left at 7.06. I booked it out the door at 7.00 after bolting down food and pulling on a dress and hose ... and missed the bus anyway. I decided knew that the next one would get there only slightly late, so I elected to stay. Something was nagging at me that I shouldn't bother, but I put that up to just wanting to not do anything ... so I stayed aboard.
I got where I needed to go, only to find that the theatre I was aiming for was, in fact, locked. I don't know why. It was ten after eight; the concert started at eight. I decided that the area looked a bit sketchy and the last thing I wanted was to look lost and helpless while wearing a dress in a sketchy area, so I decided to head off and find a bus stop. When I left, I'd been in a hurry, so I didn't know the nearest bus stop back. I ended up walking in the wrong direction, getting help from an outside source, and walking back. All in all it took forty minutes to find a bus stop. I may as well have been at the concert.
I want caffeine. I'm stressed. I'm tired.
But at least there's no bird in my room. I keep forgetting to tell that story.
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