Wherein Bry decides not to chance it.

Got up at 3am and left the house at 4am like normal. It is pretty cold out and very windy. I made it across the street and started cutting through the unemployment office's parking lot (spooky!) when all the hair on my neck stood up.

I decided to turn around and head back to wait for the 5am bus, thus making me 30 minutes late to work. As I was crossing back to the apartment, I looked up the street and saw a shadowy figure moving at a rapid pace about four driveways away. I never see people walking about this early and I have been on this schedule for more than 8 weeks. I see the occasional jogger near Club Sport, but that is near work, two miles away.

So I decided I made the right decision and scurried back to my apartment, where I am now safely hiding from the serial killers and waiting for the bus.

I will also be changing my schedule at work so I can take the bus all winter.

Dear Mom: I promise to stop walking to work in the middle of the night. Love, Bry