A Short Commute

My job ends on Friday.

Already this doesn't feel like a normal week. For one, I can't ride my bike to work because each day I'll be hauling stuff in or bringing stuff home and saying good-bye to a lot of wonderful people. That's the part I dread even more than the prospect of long-term unemployment.

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