A Test Run

There are always semi-trucks on my way to the train.  They pull out in the morning and get in everyone's way, inching themselves back and forth to turn onto the tiny streets.  They take up all the space.  But the drivers are nice enough to let us pass so it's okay.

I left the apartment today.  This is rare on Saturdays.  But I only went to the laundrymat, so it hardly counts as an excursion.  Errand, yes.  Excitement?  Adventure?  Saturday-caliber activity?

No.

But I have caught up with Heroes so that I can impress my supervisor at Atlas Media, and I've exhausted my bus-home research, and I now have clean socks to wear tomorrow.

All in a day's work.  A very unnecessary day.