goodI had a good walk getting there, too: left extra early and walked to the #4 bus line, which I can ride all the way from near my neighborhood to the donation site. It's slightly indirect (the line goes through downtown) but I didn't have to transfer. Convenient.
My treat-meal was at Genie's Cafe, which I've been meaning to go back to. I've eaten half of my lunch and have the other lunch in a box waiting for further eaterage. (It's country-fried steak, by the way. It's been too long since I've eaten anything with sausage gravy.) So I'm well-walked, well-fed, and, I'll add, well-read: people at both the Red Cross and Genie's asked me about C.S. Lewis, because I was reading The Screwtape Letters.
