It’s a good sign of things to come for the weekend when your girlfriend’s Amtrak train arrives precisely on time. Speaking of time-related luck, Dawn’s transfer this evening covered from the time we left for dinner clear until the time we got home from dinner. I love it when the bus drivers are generous, don’t you?
Tomorrow: lunch and a movie, if all goes well…
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2 responses to “Good Friday (the 13th)”
Heh. I just prefer to not drive down there and back. No need to gloat about nice cars and whatnot kiddies. Y’all don’t want me to go off on my car ranting, now do ya?
ahhh….I kind of miss the transit system…not really… I have a nice car…enjoy driving it…have fun ‘kids’ 😉