Why Dreams are Like Babies
Otherwordly, they may be naked
& speaking a language
you can't understand.
My three favorite numbers are now 522, 39 and 312. Okay, so they are my bus numbers. Two to get there, two to get home.
It takes me half an hour to trudge up the hill from the bus stop to home. It's a workout. If I'd known it was going to be dry I wouldn't have had my car left near the bus stop today. I was expecting rain. No workout today. I expect tomorrow I'll hoof it up the hill again rain or no rain. It does feel good.
Oh, oh! The bus in the morning let's me off right there at the corner for the Seattle Symphony box office. Next weekend - I'm treating myself...now that I know where it is. I just need to find an escort.