dchenes | (no subject)

I knew yesterday was going to be difficult, but it went beyond that. Work was difficult; after work was impossible. Because it had rained, I could not get out of Coolidge Corner except under my own power. The 66 bus Does Not Run If It Rains. I waited half an hour for a bus, which was so packed I couldn't get on it. Then I waited another fifteen minutes for a train which didn't show up. By the time I had walked up Beacon St., I was dehydrated, starving, grumpy and in desperate need of a shower. And by the time I got home, I was even more so.

The only thing to be said for last night is that at least I didn't get rained on.

To be said for today (so far): it's Friday. And there were muffins and fruit salad for our latest hire's 90th day.