Foul Weather

I do not like the cold damp. Mostly, I do not like the damp. The new position at the warehouse started off well enough. This walking, less carrying, more sorting. 

Mitrouble meeting the bus from work - the schedule is unclear - and I would up walking to 12th Street. A bit of exercise, but it did leave late to get to the bank. The ATM did not let me deposit my Hand & Fork check.

I got to the room, ate. Then I fell asleep for a short while, so goals not made. One post done, that is all.

This is a quiet life.

Maybe I should go looking for Warren Zevon's L.A.:

 

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