Bad Start

I missed the bus this morning. I mislaid my bus pass. I was late to work because I hunted for it and then needed to count through my change. Only when I got home abd had bought another did I find it. How it got back into the paperback out of which I had taken it is beyond me. The government thinks I am a danger.  Truly, I am most dangerous to myself.

I was tired when I got home. I got to say I would not leave except I need the money. Too tired to do any writing.

I spoke with K twice and KH once. 

I put together a playlist for my friend E. I posted it to the blog under Country Music for E.

Now I will read and be in bed by 10.

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