Saturday
I ran to the bus today. I left my office with only nineteen minutes to spare. I ran one block to the crosstown train and several blocks to the bus terminal. I made it with only one minute to spare. I was covered in sweat when I took my seat.
I arrived home early, about one hour early. I’ll probably go to sleep early too. I’m way behind on my reading and my TV viewing. My DVR is full, my Netflix queue the same. The reading, the viewing and my writing keep me busy. It keeps me from thinking dangerous things. Keeps me from wanting to escape. I suppose my reading, viewing and writing are all escapes but they are safe.
Saturday. I’m off Saturday. I will catch up on all those things on Saturday.
