Once again I was drawn from bed by a ringing doorbell. This time the caller wanted to know if I had returned my polling record--or something like that. I told my caller I was an American citizen and he said, "Hmmm. Are you living here permanently?" I said, 'no,' to which he replied, "So, should I just mark the flat as empty then?" Well...I don't know. Do what you must! Seriously--why do I bother? I can't function unless I have gotten out of bed naturally, and jeez, after 58 years, that case has been made repeatedly.
I needed to take care of one piece of business, and I had to do it at work. Walking in to work was almost surreal. I didn't feel connected to my body. Walking on the bridge felt like I was walking on a trampoline--it didn't feel firm.
On the way back to my flat, I took a shot of the still flooded race track
and then noticed a classic symbol of frustration.
It's rather evocative, doncha think?
I hope you feel better soon -- you poor thing! We missed you on our adventure today -- will have to go back with you another time:)
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