Too late.

I went into DC today to pay the doctor bill. Got there too late. Door barred. No forms, no cooperation, no reason to be there.

Wandered around a bit in a daze after that, going in circles in ways that made even the crazy street people think I was weird. Had another one of those interminable depressing discussions with myself about whether or not what I do matters and whether it matters that it matters. I'll spare you the boring details. In any event, the debate was a tie, so the tiebreaker will be a phone call to the doctor's office on Monday to find out if too late is or is not truly too late.

To save myself some money, I hung around in bookstores and then a food court until seven p.m., when the Metro fares are reduced. As I was walking out of the Metro station close to home, a light in the parking lot went out as I passed it. I remembered that some people with fibromyalgia have claimed that they have weird effects on electrical things, making lights go out and computers misbehave; and I thought to myself how neat it would be to be able to impress people with this ability, to think to myself, "Lights will go out now" and have them go out; and as I thought of the lights going out, a half dozen more lights in the area around me did go out. Too bad I couldn't just think them back on again--I hate walking alone in the dark.

Now, time to figure out what's around here that I can eat for supper.