I went into the office Wednesday for the first time since 2020. It was just for a couple of hours and was kinda boring.
I did see one of my really good friends for the first time since she had her baby, so maybe it wasn’t boring.
I had to update my ID, and while I was there I cleaned out my desk. Well, I told my sister what to take out of my desk.
Other than seeing my friend, the most exciting part was finding my desk. I forgot what floor I was on.
Fame has been learning how tops the button at a crosswalk on the W&OD Trail because folks in wheelchairs can’t access the button on the other side of the street.
I have pointed this out to managers twice. Once I got no response. The next time I got an assurance to look into it but nothing happened.
Then I started teaching Fame, but I decided today it isn’t worth it, not that Fame doesn’t learn. It just is not clear to me what the walk sign does. It does not indicate that cars eat the intersection in question have red lights.
I was crossing the intersection today with the walk sign and saw a biker on the other side gesturing at me but looking to the side. I looked.
A row of cars was nearing the intersection and after driving through a green light, I guess, and the biker was pointing me out to them. That there were multiple cars heading to the crosswalk leads me to assume the light was green.
This isn’t the first time this has happened, just the first time I realized the walk light is worthless.
Starting last Friday, I began having sympathy for Karen Page, who sold former boyfriend Daredevil’s secret identity for a fix of heroin.
I ran out of gabapentin, the medicine I take for restless legs, and the next batch wasn’t coming until Monday.
I figured my legs would jump — they did. I was not ready for the other withdrawal symptoms, some of which I am still feeling.
I sympathize, but I would like it known that I’ll never sell out any superheroines.
