Tuesday

Yesterday morning we decided to take the #42 bus and when it picked up more passengers at 6th and Adams--mostly of ethnic and loser-types--Susan aptly named it the ghetto bus. We caught the #23 home and got downtown at 5:15. The outbound #42 wasn't scheduled until 5:35. Susan suggested that we walk home, figuring that we would get home earlier. In fact we did: 5:35 PM! Amazing. We jumped on the #2 which left at 5:20; took it up to Deaconess; took the short-cut through the Medical Building and it was brilliant. Anyway, this morning Susan declared to me that she felt great; had good sleep and it's raining and 38 degrees, so she can drive to work as she hoped, and that way go to the store on her lunch. I really feel that we will be winning tonight.