And There's No Time To Think

Four places to go today, no biggies, just appointments and errands, but with an awkward hour and a half or so between each pretty much took up, yup, there went the whole day. If I could've done it on the bus, I could at least have read, or knitted, or just sat there to think, but driving a car, you can't. If I could bear to risk the radio, that could've helped, but I feel dismayed and frightened by what I hear, and avoid the thing. Luckily, it was Bob Dylan in the cd player, and he got me through it all.