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

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We ran out of time, so the housemate went to the San Jose library alone, with my two books to return and the list of those I'd had to return last week, to attempt to get back. When she returned I was in my nightie ready for bed, having just retrieved my blankie from the dryer. Unfortunately despite her exercise wallah's work, she had just about managed to get my books - in the giant Ikea bag meant for transporting bookcase kits, roofing tiles, and so forth - into the car but didn't feel up to bringing em in from the driveway. So I padded out there in my red flannel nightie and the flip-flops I keep on the porch, hoisted the bag onto my shoulder, and brought it in. A passing jogger averted his eyes.