preparing to leave the city
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Today, feeling better, I decided to get a start on my to-do list, now that I know I'm off for Halifax.
I went downtown and bought a gift for the only person on my short list for whom I knew what I wanted to buy. Then I popped by my doctor's office, and was told that he doesn't think I have shingles after all, and that my self-decided plan on reducing my meds was likely a good one.
Then I met with Tamara Atkins-McGraw and we had a coffee and chatted about her business venture and my plans.
After that I raced downtown again and got my passport application in. This required that I get my passport photo retaken, because the buggers at Black's had messed up my photo - they'd printed it so that my face was too large in the frame! Black's jingle makes the claim that "Black's is photography." It should claim, "Black's is the K-mart of photography!" (K-mart went broke, though, so maybe that's overstating the case).