It turned out to be one of those bad-news mornings—stuff I had to deal with right away. So I decided to leave early and run some of the errands I had planned to do later. By the time I got into Manitou Springs and got my car parked I had just enough time to get the tag up if I didn't run into any snags. There was a truck parked nearby and there were 3 people just standing there parking; people walked by while I was stitching; and there was a police car parked just down the street (didn't notice that until after it was up). But I just stood there and acted like I was supposed to be there, right then, doing exactly what I was doing. Then I went on about my day.
Kinda proud of my bad self.
Kinda proud of my bad self.
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