FILTER - THOSE WHO REMEMBER
My old upstairs neighbors are using what sounds like a jackhammer again, and ah, the shrill sounds of kids watching cartoons on a Sunday. It feels like home.
I was late for work, which means I have a job. I was also accosted by the lady of the blood bank who was mildly worried I hadn't bought any blood from her as of yet. And after work, I was approached by certain individuals who are very familiar to me.