That Bus Downtown
Friday. Better, better, better. Butter, better. Better, butter, better. It's morning, as may be apparent, and the head is better, the lungs are better and the sun is poking through the clouds. A sure fire road to incoherence.
You're actually going to start with that?
Did I not mention the sun is poking out? Well, actually it just poked through for a brief moment, but the weather forecast is good and I'm feeling pretty good and I'm ready to feel better. Butter better. Better butter.
Later now. A bus trip downtown to pick up necessary medicines including Chapstick. Not good to run out of Chapstick. The sun is out now later in the afternoon, still have the on again, off again tickle in the lungs, but it's getting better or I'd have never taken that bus downtown.