sometimes the point comes when you can't go any further. that was right after lunch when i brought my first load of clean laundry back upstairs and contemplated taking a basket full of dirty shirts back down to the washing machine in the basement. couldn't do it. couldn't drag myself down and up two flights of stairs right then. bed instead.
before that happened, i'd completed my errand list, bracing myself against the bitterness of the 15-degree air each time i pushed outside and especially when i was filling up my near-empty gas tank in windswept cheektowaga. skipped bridge after determining i had no partner lined up and it was just as well.
the nap refreshed me enough for a night at the office which got stretched out to midnight by people wanting to talk and by my desire to take photos of the place before they rip up most of the newsroom and transplant a bunch of IT people into my old haunts in the features department. end of an era. the place is going to look radically different in a few weeks.
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