We left his place around 7:30 p.m. I figured we could take the same bus back but I took the same one we came out on, which means we were going to go to the other end of the line.

Sure enough, we ended up at Mangussen Park, which is the end of the line for the 62 bus. We had to catch it the opposite side of the street, right? We were sitting there for about 20 minutes until the bus pulled up. The bus. Not the right bus. I didn’t realize this until I hear a “THIS IS THE LAST STOP. EVERYONE MUST DEPART.” We got off the bus and we were somewhere in a neighborhood. I asked the driver “Where’s downtown?” He shook his head and said no, this is not downtown. You are going to have to take the 45 til you get to Aurora and catch the E line. I was on the NB bus. Northbound. I’d seen that bus before, and never knew where NB was. I still don’t really know where NB goes.

We got home at 11:30. Four hours. 4 hours!!! And Charley was still standing, being a little Trooper. She amazes me all the time.

That is one good thing about those little Aussie/Collie/cattle dogs. They will go with you anywhere, and keep on going. I do notice that she behaves more if she thinks she is doing a job. People told me all the time that I needed to give her a job. It’s in their blood, I was told. She thought her job was to get us home, and she remained vigil the whole night long.

I really need to get a car.

That is my long and senseless journal entry for the day.

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