Political Polemics
Tuesday. I got home this evening and discovered I had my car keys, but not my house keys. One of the tenants was moving some things out to their car so I was able to enter the building, but not able to open my front door. I've done this before. The landlord was out, but returned after about an hour. So I put a second key in my wallet, something I learned to do at my last address. Time passes and I learn nothing. Then again, what matter? I had a couple of glasses of Guinness after work with friends, one of whom is retiring at the end of this week. Well, he's going to take six months off to get his head back together and then decide. Maybe another job. Maybe whatever. I'm heavily into maybe whatever, whatever whatever may be. Deedle-dee-dee.
Two cans of Guinness?
Three, but that's not the reason I'm rambling. What matter forgetting your keys? You get hit by a bus, that's a bother, but forgetting your keys? Gives me something to write about that doesn't have anything to do with work or pictures. Or aches and pains. Or political polemics.
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