A truck had made a delivery. Our delivery trucks do not have manifests which list the contents: you find out what the boxes hold as you unpack them. Some of the stuff was beautiful: some of it was trashed, some of it wound up in "free" boxes, or boxes in which items sold for 25 cents. I was manning the cash register, and had the busiest day yet. So it was a "good" truck.
Tonight I attended the coffeehouse, in which folks from the community come to be served refreshments and visit. I saw some ladies whom I met last week. I am exhausted.
Tomorrow is my day off.
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