The Handsome Man with Athletic Thighs
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Friday, January 12th There is only one word to describe my commute home this afternoon: clustermess. Between the frustrated teen-mom with the screaming two-year-old, the packed mass of humanity on a crowded bus, the schedule that was so far out of whack it may have well been random, and the bone-juddering ride of chained wheels on bare pavement, I nearly achieved a state of conscious brain-death. But maybe I was just torpid from waiting around in 20-degree weather for 35 minutes at the Renton Park & Ride. Anyhow, it took me two-and-a-half hours to get home—a distance of approximately 11 miles. That makes for an average speed of 4.4 miles per hour, which is a brisk walk. Not that I could have walked briskly, thanks to the icy sidewalks. Is it spring yet? |
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