Thirty minutes later the pills start their work. I feel dizzy and my legs don’t work. This is not a time to be on a bus, I should be on a bed. Wait! A bus seat could be like a bed. A vertical bed with a window as a pillow. It doesn’t work. I’ll be home soon. Then I can flop into bed and drift off to sleep. Just one more transfer. It’s coming up. There’s the bus! I’m so close to home now. Just a block and a half of walking. Hey driver! Stop talking on the phone and GO! GO GO GO ! Finally. One turn, then another, two more, this is the last! Almost there! DING Come on legs. WORK ! Walking so slowly. My key wont fit in the lock. Am I on a boat? There it goes. One more key. In and turn. I’m home.