I was peeved yesterday morning. For some reason, the garbage men didn’t take the recycling I put out, though they took everyone else’s.
I dragged the blue bins back in.
Then, last night, my sister called from her printmaking course at Cripple U. They need more old newspapers.
She didn’t want to see me, though, and asked if I could just put them on the porch. She hasn’t seen me anytime during this break.
I did as she asked.