This Ballgame is Tied

I’m sick and exhausted and about to fall asleep on the couch by the heater with a pile of blankets. Barring a miraculous recovery, my odds of trudging to work in the rain tomorrow are somewhere below an Italy-Chinese Taipei…

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When the Commute Goes Bad

I’m riding BART and worried about getting all my things off the train so I can go into work. I have with me my backpack, a jacket, Emily’s laptop (out of its bag), and a large piece of luggage in…

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