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Dream that I'm in London, taking the Tube from my hotel, except that like Tokyo, the London underground also connects to trains within the city. But I was very underground in grey dark dirty concrete caverns, and the subway trains took forever to come and I was missing both my phone charger and tablet charger. Ran into my brother, there for a separate business meeting along with his besuited English counterpart, who told me I should go back to the hotel to get my chargers, so I waited for my subway train, and waited and waited and waited...

Some of this is owing to The Scholar and the Last Fairy Door, and some perhaps to bro and s-i-l taking an hour to get to the restaurant by transit when it should be straight up Bathurst, two stops to St George, and a ten minute walk max up Bedford. Bathurst doubtless being the culprit, and dedicated lanes south of Bloor a very good idea: except that it's a streetcar south of Bloor and no way to stop people sitting on the tracks trying to turn left.

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Motion is lotion, you say? Can't prove it by me. 8500 steps and all of them painful,  or at least more painful than they should be. But--

Got the (probably) last dark wash until autumn done and on the line. After removing dead mouse from basement, and why are there dead mice in my basement, I want to know? They should be outside providing food for cats, raccoons, hawks,  and coyotes.

Got clothes off the line before the grey clouds rolled in. Weather page insists the sky is clear and POP is 0. Weather page is not to be trusted.

Got Pride flag onto pole and-- back protesting mightily-- pole onto hooks on porch. With more protests and swearing, got pole fixed so that flag is less likely to droop in the middle. Still droops, but not as much.

Got to BoM for cash and negotiated the Bathurst and Bloor sidewalks thronged-- nay, black-- with the heedless youth of TO, or at least the heedless youth of Central Tech, released from class, travelling in groups, and not looking where they were going.  I *may* have bumped accidentally on purpose into a few backpacks, but heedless youth did not heed even that.

Got to Bakka Phoenix for my two Murderbot books. Thought of adding Fugitive Telemetry but will try it in Kobo first. I remember not being that taken with it.

Thought of going to my Brunswick local for a pricy dinner since I was there anyway, but the pierogies at Future's called to me instead. And a good thing, because local now closes at 4 on Mondays.