Oy, I almost did it.
I walked as far as SE 26th, seeing a bus I'd just missed and starting to walk up to Powell so I could take another bus route home when I thought, DUDE, YOU DROVE.
I have figured for YEARS that one of these days I'd drive to work, do my work, then take the bus home before asking Why isn't my car next to my place? Tells you how (in)frequently I drive to work.
Also tells you that today I might be -- no, was -- a little discombobulated.
Home now. Have the place to myself, in fact (that plus the cats). Time for a night where I don't have to do much...