Friday, So Far

 I left work before lunch, went down to the jail to catch the 11:30 bus. A bit of intestinal problems aiding my plans. We had been told we did not need to come in, but my bank account said differently. Back here by noon for lunch and a shower. I called CC and moved our dinner date to 3. Laundry was done, but the dryer did not get them completely done. I have the load on my bed drying right now. CC called to move dinner back to 6. HLN is re-running The West Wing. This show more than any other is highly addictive to me. Here I am writing.

I read Three Indiana Towns Made the Top Ten on the List of Best Small Cities in America.

If you go down the page, there is a list of Indiana place-names that are a bit odd. Thing is, no Gnawbone or French Lick.

I read The Washington Post's What we’ve learned from Trump’s tax returns, and wrote a post on it.

I made time for listening to Sean Wilentz on Bob Dylan’s Christmas Album.

I checked my bank account and pay stub. Looks like I had no holiday pay. The pay stub was sent to my PO.

And I wait.