Answering the call of duty I launched early enough this morning actually to be on time at work. As always when I do this, I was throwing elbows with an aggressive swarm all the way to town. From school buses in my neighbirhood to a steady stream northbound on Route 16 when I needed to cross to the southbound lane, all the way down Route 28 and into the approaches to town.
Speaking of swarms, a wasp stung me on the side of the face out on 28. The venom does interesting things as it spreads. Pulses of stinging pain blend with a mild numbness over about a three-inch radius from the point of entry. I'm not allergic, so it's just an unscheduled science experiment.
One dump truck deserves special commendation for an exemplary patient pass in a narrow, twisty bit known for the opposite kind of behavior. I did not have the pop to sprint into the pocket, though I tried.
In town, an oblivious pedestrian walked straight out in front of me. He was probably ten times the age at which children are taught to look both ways before crossing the street. I locked the brakes and wished him a cordial good morning. Seconds later I held the door for him at the post office. He might or might not have realized I was the same person.
And so here we are. And the dang coffee shop is closed. I- I- I'm coming down! Ack!
Soon I hope to post my brief review of a ride on my brother's Trice. For one who earns so little I manage to find many things to fill my schedule. It's cut into my time to do justice to posts on topics that should have good links in them.