It’s been a long day, starting into action as soon as I opened my eyes and streaming onward until now, when I finally have a pause. Kyle was over first thing, calling from a block away just as I was to step into the shower. Dominique temporarily joined us minutes after his arrival, but we parted ways at the bus-stop as Kyle had a package to pick up at Metrotown. The service at the shop was poor and sloppy due to an unfortunate choice by the management to choose hipster looks over practical ability. We were left waiting for hours, surrounded by shoppers and christmas coated consumerism. Our eyes died, breathing false light for too many hours. Nicole came and joined us, stepping in with suggestions and acerbic wit. We left in time to see a shoplifter escape, running faster than the security women in their ill-chosen clunky heels and tight black suits.
Tonight there’s tree trimming at Alicia’s place and I’m trying to talk myself into going back out into the cold. I called my mother back, always a lengthy process, and the time on my bus transfer ran out. I have laundry I should do, though I could always do it on the weekend, and my room needs another hour of tidy. I’m vacillating. It would be good for me to go out, but I’m fighting against rather a lot of training that says I shouldn’t.
The police outside my building aren’t helping.