Yesterday, early evening

I did at least make it back to Burnside in time to get a kosher hot
dog before the shack closed for the night. The walk was not worth the
dog, but at least I won't have to think about "how good a hot dog
would be right about now" for a few weeks. Next time I absolutely must
eat out, I will try the Spanakopita at Old Wives Tales. I hope the
city is still redoing the shit out of that intersection then -- I find
the sound and sense of intermittent jackhammering oddly soothing.

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