Update after work on Monday:
I soaked in epsom salt for about an hour, when I got home. I feel a million times better and I still feel pretty stiff. :-/
Work was okay. It was demanding, but not as much as my last job, which is sort of what I was hoping for. It's quite perfect actually.
After I got off work, I had an adventure.
--Not the kind of adventure where you save towns and collect treasure, though. This was more the kind of adventure where you wander for hours on end in a maze of twisty passages that all look alike.
See, my car is broke, and I can't get it fixed myself until Saturday, because my car fixing place closes before I have time to get home on the bus. --theoretically anyway, I have yet to get home on the bus.
I came by another route-- a long arduous route.
First, I missed the bus. He was several minutes late and I thought I'd missed him. When I gave up, and walked away from the stop to find out when he would return, he drove right past me. [img]http://beastling.xepher.net/images/forum/ramjik.gif" alt=">
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Since it was cold and pouring rain, I decided to walk to the next bus stop closer to my destination (he passed me going away from my home), so as to keep warm. The bus would catch up to me, and I would ride it the rest of the way home. Theoretically, anyway.
I got pretty lost. There are three different townships clustered together, and they all use the same names for their streets. This makes street signs pretty much useless, as there's no way to know which Elm Street you just crossed. Nobody would answer their phone, when I tried to get assistance. [img]http://beastling.xepher.net/images/forum/ramjik.gif" alt=">
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A police officer accosted me. Apparently getting a leg cramp while crossing the street entails having your ID checked, if a police officer sees you. Once he swiped my License number through his little machine and found that I wasn't a wanted felon, he jumped in his cruiser and sped off before I could ask for directions to the nearest bus stop. (We have no smileys that are adequately murderous. In my defense, I'd been lost for two hours at this point, on foot.)
Then I spotted a building that is a few blocks from a place one of my brothers works. Using that landmark, I got there 15 minutes before the end of his shift, and hitched a ride home with him.
He got off work over three hours after I do.
His workplace is about five miles from mine.
My feet hurt a lot less than I did before I soaked them.
My feet are burning.
I have another work day tomorrow.
Thank you and good night! ZZZ