They May Be
Friday. Up at five-thirty in Dunsmuir, no way around it, I just woke up and the internal clock said it was time to go. On the road just after six, home here in Oakland before eleven, the bright and hot highway sun turning into a much cooler overcast as I exited the tunnel and approached the Bay. But enough about temperature. We are home again.
So, eleven o'clock, speedy after the drive, a walk down to the ATM for cash, a walk over to the t-Mobile store to ask why I'd gotten the promised credit for “Premium Services”, yes, but then I'd also been charged for two more “premiums” on this month's bill. There's more of a story behind here somewhere, a hundred dollars in “services” coming out of nowhere, and I'm assuming t-Mobile and the rest are scrambling to do something about it. Cause it's probably costing them customers. But I've bitched enough, no need to go over it again (unless, of course, they show up next month).
Now, where were we? Ah, yes: speedy, needing to come down from the trip. A walk from t-Mobile to my breakfast place to have a noon hour breakfast (I like that one better than this one, for some reason), a walk and then a bus downtown to pick up an August bus sticker (one does not want to be without one's bus sticker) and then a walk-bus ride back to take a nap and a bath. You can see I needed a nap (and a bath). I need another nap right now as I'm writing, come to think of it.
Later. A nap, a quick inventory of what's on TV (I made a resolution to stop watching TV, even the Korean soaps, after being exposed to cable at my sister's) finding nothing, a dinner consisting of peanut butter and crackers (Did I mention the diarrhea the night before I left for Portland? I believe I did. It was definitely the Jif extra crunchy and I shouldn't have eaten any this evening.), and now, I think, early to bed. An interesting day with some accomplishments and my kitchen calendar says there are one or two potentially photographable things coming up this weekend. I'm curious to see what they may be.