there once was a union maid...

Two different unions of public transportation workers are on strike, so navigating the city is going to be a challenge for the next while. This weekend the Badgers are going to instruct me in the art of city biking, but until then I'll be hoofing it. I've often walked the three miles home, but today was my first time walking to work in the morning. Coming home, I was racing against sundown, and I think my hurry put more strain on my legs, as I'm a little sore, more so than usual after a day of heavy walking.

I'm going to need to get up at Good Morning Vietnam o'clock tomorrow (0600, with the O most definitely standing for OH GOD IT'S EARLY), which I am not anticipating with any eagerness, but I am feeling very grateful that I live a walkable distance from my work and that I'm fit enough to make the walk. And that the documents I work with don't care whether I'm coiffed or merely clothed. And that the weather forecast for this week is reasonably clear and mild.