Who knows, you might meet this guy

I have a hard time figuring out which day it is.  It took me a few minutes staring down Bridge Avenue before I realized that they didn't pick up the trash because Monday was a holiday.  I then guessed that it must be Friday, right?  The exact day isn't a big deal to me.  What's the difference between one day and the next?  The only gauge that I have is how far away I am from July 1.  I think mid-June will be fairly busy since I have to cancel this and that, and, like Bob Dylan on his Nashville Skyline album cover, take my hat off and say adios to C-town and its two buildings.

I guess there's a basketball game tonight.  I haven't been able to get into the playoffs this year.  Yes. I like the Lakers but they've fallen into that same pit of apathy that houses teams like the LA Dodgers, SF 49ers and the Detroit Red Wings.   My mind is somewhere else.

I think the library will have a couple of book sales comprising books that yours truly has donated.  I have no idea what Goodwill does with the money they make except maybe pay for their employees.  I know that in sucky times that Goodwill or any discount place is your best friend.  Still, the libraries are what distinguishes us from the heathens and they have free wifi!  I don't go to any particular library so I have library cards all over the place.  I even have a library card for the Akron Public Library and I've never checked out a book.  It's 40 miles away, what can I say?