::sigh::

After waking up at 4:30 a.m., dealing with public transportation in an area which doesn't get enough of it, and hanging out in a government office for entirely too long, I came home, collapsed in bed, and entirely forgot that there was a new episode of House, M.D. last night. How irritating.

On the plus side, I have officially read twenty whole books in the month of January. The fact that ten of those were thin little books of poetry for children doesn't matter much, does it?

Running makes a hummingwolf's legs cry. More later.

Yesterday

If you have to get up early, it is nice when you get the chance to walk in morning light as lovely as yesterday's light. I really do like the beauties of the morning world; I just don't like having to wake up early enough to experience them. But I do remember being a morning person, once upon a time a long long time ago when the world was young. Anyway, yesterday a.m. was a lovely, cool spring winter January morning and it was reasonably good to be alive.

Unfortunately, I had someplace to be, I had taken too long dodging the morning obstacles housemates, and I was rather later than I had intended. So, unfortunately, I ran part of the way to the Metro station. I say "unfortunately" because, while I do quite well when it comes to walking round the neighborhood, running abuses muscles in a rather different way, not to mention the nasty things it can do to one's knees. In spite of the burst of speed, I still got to the station just in time to miss the train I'd wanted to catch. Still, the next train might get me to my intermediate destination in time to catch the bus I needed--or so I thought. In all honesty, I'm not sure how I managed to miss that bus, but miss it I did. Since the bus line was one of those rush-hour-only sorts of things, he next bus on this route would be in about six hours. There was a county bus route that looked like it might conceivably get me to the office, but I only had a Metro SmartPass with me, which the county buses don't (yet) have the ability to accept. I called the SSA office, asked someone there if they knew of any other ways for me to get to the office, and was nearly convinced that I wouldn't be able to make this appointment at all.

There should be a law requiring all Social Security offices, social services offices, and other things for poor people to be located in places with good bus service, dang it.
( More blathering. )