Behind the times
My fixed term of employment quietly wrapped itself up yesterday. My mobility scooter re-appeared in the driveway with batteries replaced, recharged and ready for its next adventure. I have closed up the storage locker. The carport provides sufficient shelter until the snow returns. Sewing projects are beckoning from the basement studio. Clients are showing signs of impatience. It’s not them, it’s me. I will get there soon enough. Just because I can walk home, does not mean I should walk home.