I Took A Hike

 I piddled in the morning, I did not sleep well, and thought I should take a day off. Should there not be a benefit to being unemployed?

Thing is, I had an interview at 2 pm and had to make a weekly pilgrimage to the Sheriff. I had, and a timetable in mind, all the buses lined up. Except I missed the first bus.

I decided to do the interview first, then the Sheriff. A bus got me to the interview. Then I walked to the Sheriff, it was just down Tillotson. From there, I decided not to wait the hour for the #17 to come back, but instead walked back up Tillotson to catch the #12. Missed that one. Well, I needed some groceries, so I walked back up to where I started and got a two-liter of RC at the Village Pantry. From there I grabbed the #2 back downtown where I caught the #5 back here.

It was about 5 pm. I was tired, I laid down, I feel asleep without the CPAP machine attached to me.

Waking about 7, I decided to work on an idea that had come to me while walking and thinking on The Saturday Evening Post's rejection of "Colonel Tom." What I accomplished last was changing a story long after I thought there was no place to change, revise, improve.

Back asleep by ten.

I doubt I will get the job I interviewed for.

Some notes from the news and email:

Another landmark gone, Mac's Restaurant on Batavia Avenue closes after nearly 50 years; Mexican eatery planned

A Mac's at 1121 W. McGalliard Road remains in operation. It is believed to be the last remaining restaurant in a chain that once had eateries in several Indiana cities, including New Castle and Anderson.

 Buyer's Market said they would call on Monday, with its schedule, it was likely I could not take it, but here was an email from the company:

 At this time, we are moving forward with another candidate. We will however keep your application on file for a period of 1 year, and should your qualifications meet our needs, and an open position is available, we will contact you. Thank you for your interest in our company.

 Yeah, right.

 I still look at obituaries: Creature’s Pet In memory of Ricou Browning, the man behind the monster

 This morning, up at seven, having eluded my alarm clock for an hour. Some reading, some blogging, and now leaving to make a McClure's run. 

I listened to this yesterday. Since I am always shooting off my mouth, these seemed like an apt choice:

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