On the seventh of July I wrote that I
tried to leave at 3 but neither the shuttle nor the train would accommodate
me. I got a wrap at MV and at DC took
the bike home. Galindo is a real
problem—it isn’t the rise but the parking area.
At home I was alone. I got the
mail and opened windows. Later I lay in
bed doing nothing. Eventually I had a
bit to eat. I posted and then started
the laundry. I answered one email for
the class.
In the morning of the day that I wrote
this I dozed a few extra minutes and made it out fine. The bus was early though and the driver
yelled at me when I caught up to him. I
made the rest of the trip tired. There
was a bird strike at the front door of the office.
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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