Dump run complete. Hurrah for me.

The Stratford municipal dump has an employee whose task today was to supervise people like me who bring their trash instead of putting it at the curb on garbage day. He went through the load, telling me where to put each class of junk. Corrugated cardboard here, metal there, textiles in bins, genuine trashy trash in the dumpster. Nice guy, great tattoos, endlessly patient but firm. My tax dollars at work!

The choir’s MacBook Pro is ready at the computer place, and I can’t find the power cord for the hand vacuum I just had repaired; maybe the vac shop guy has it?

Maintenance never ends.