Sunday, June 28, 2015

Rushed with My Hands

On June fifteenth I wrote that the night before I watched a bit of TV, packed for work and went to bed.  In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 535 but got dressed too slow.  I rushed with my hands full and though I missed the bus I luckily caught up to it because of a passenger at Pacheco.  I stopped at Starbucks and got coffee, rode to DC and locked up.  I had to repack on the platform and later boarded CT just fine.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

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