I am riding the bus, 45 minutes, a brisk walk, to work. The money taker is broken the ride in is FREE!
My co-worker is sick, half my day is spent being her, a welcome change of pace, but my goals for the day remain unfinished. Close, but not complete.
Service appointment for the car, it will get towed tomorrow.
Godiva chocolate yum, another holiday package delivered, two mochas for the day, and lunch with a co-worker friend.
The rain began falling when we were at lunch, another co-worker was called, to come pick us up, a mere blocks away walk, but for wont of coats.
Plans made for the weekend, doable with or without a car, another work plant given to me, one more for the future party cause.
Walking to the bus stop, I am reminded of Portland. Rain, coat, buses. No umbrella. Real Oregonians don't do umbrellas. (Though a hat would be nice.)
Wearing my wool coat, something I picked up since arriving in LA, having rid myself of wool coats prior to moving to Sunny SoCal, I may be wet, unable to see through glasses, but I am warm.
Two hours on the bus later, (composing mental letters to editors, citing Portland experience and imagination as to how the bus system in LA could work better) I am home.
Wet, and home. Strip those clothes, hang to dry, towel wrap the hair, dive under the comforter cat. Home, the weekend, warm and drier:
