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Went to the city today to ask for an appointment with my orthopaedist. Normally I would have just called him on the phone, but there seemed to be no way to get through. One time his receptionist had told me that they got up to three hundred calls an hour. She had shrugged, and I had shrugged. Lots of people needed orthopaedists.

So I took a train, walked into his office, said my piece to the receptionist, and got my appointment. Then I took another train back.

I felt increasingly out of place with my beard and my hair and my heart full of desert roads.

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Oh, but something good just happened:

Asterix shirt

I got a new shirt!



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