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This afternoon it was the bus schedule that the traffic threw off, to the point that the bus' announcement system had an apology running. Though it worked to my advantage, because it meant the bus that usually arrives at King Street before I get there instead arrived ten minutes before my usual bus, and so I got home ten minutes early.
Meanwhile, my sister is now tweeting after the latest airplane-related horror story she's never flying again, and always taking the Amtrak. She wants to go with me to Montreal for Worlds in two years time. That might be a very long journey.
Trying to get my date moved to Sunday due to a scheduling mix-up. At least we have the restaurant settled on. Though if he's not available Sunday, I might just invite him to see Infinity War with me. I'll be completely booked next weekend otherwise, so...