D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

Naturally, the merchandise we had been waiting for all week was delivered on Friday, coinciding with a busy customer day. Mad scramble, and I tore out of there just in time to catch the bus, leaving stuff arrayed in a workspace that I had not had time to find room for in the drawers, and even forgetting my Sobe.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

The shelters have closed, so that 2 am bus is a mobile dormitory drifting slowly down the deserted street, almost every seat occupied by a swathed slumbering body or their clobber. It's usually one of the new natural-gas buses where the seats are small and few in number anyway. Last night I wound up standing near the middle door for the last few stops, having slowly moved down, and one guy's head kept rolling over and banging into my bag as he tried to tumble off the seat. He would go back to sleep with his head on his chest, then snort and the head would roll to the right and he would start falling, and jerk half-awake as he hit my bag - jerk himself back to facing forward, fall fully back asleep again ...

D.O.P.-T.

The preschool near the library has opened, and so has the pool.