Day Sixteen

The day started at the usual 10:00 in the morning.  Nothing in particular really happened, as it's the day after Christmas, and, as such, everyone is still paralysed and lethargic from the holiday's activities and larger-than-average meals.

Taking advantage of most people's inability or unwillingness to do anything of value today, I ventured forth to see my dear companion, thoroughly enjoying the less-than-typical traffic on the roads and highways.  I did not see that tall, oddly sinister businessman from days prior, the pale drunkard from earlier in the week, either of the homeless men, the black dog Trevor, really anyone of note today, due to the day's pervasive torpor.