Planning my trip to the local hospital for a Covid test, I am so happy!  The most direct route is shut down for repairs.  I shall have to voyage through the slummiest part of town, where there are factories and roads with prize-winning potholes!  How interesting!  The people who work in those factories look like ghosts, often smell like cigarettes.  And, on the same buses, you may see a starry-eyed young nursing student.  LIke night and day, those two groups of riders.

So, I shall waste my time riding the long way for the Covid test.

And, as I think about it, the joys never end.  I'm supposed to do a census.  The online census portal won't admit me.  I need an official ID.  I've got a government issued number.  It doesn't work.  I've got my passport number.  It doesn't work.  I even tried to register through my bank (what a concept!).  That didn't work either.

I tried three or four times.  Wasted my time.  Wasted my eyes becaues I increasingly suffer from tired eyes on days when I teach online.

Finally, I shall have to walk over to the closes post office; and that means wasting the better part of an hour.  Evidently my time is not valuable.

How happy I am!