i miss my usual bus stop this morning and tumble out at the next stop all groggy-like to begin my speed walk back to civilization. everything looks unfamiliar and new and different until i realize i am looking at the dear old building from the opposite direction to how i normally look at it. (duh!) maybe one should miss one's stop from time to time, if only to acquire a new prospect.
in other news, i miss the bus in the rain this evening owing to texting on the phone. that sinking feeling is so déjà vu.
in a ditty, what i do for work today:
on the way in, i miss my stop
on the way out, i miss my bus
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