This morn­ing I woke up and my ana­logue watch told me it was the 31st. I did­n’t believe it.

I could have sworn that I put my October bus pass in the lit­tle com­part­ment of my bag where I keep my change, lens cloth, lip balm, stash, and pro­phy­lac­tics, but instead, I left it on the shelf in my room. This is the same bus pass that I bought sev­en days pri­or so that I would­n’t have to wait in inor­di­nate­ly long lines, and would­n’t for­get on the first of the month and shell out $2.60 in change.

So I end­ed up pay­ing the dri­ver any­way, not­ing the 10¢ increase since the last time I paid with change. Groggy, I make it to the stop just in time to catch my next bus, some­thing that nev­er hap­pens, but I let it go by any­way in favour of buy­ing a caramel cor­ret­to from Second Cup.

For the last two weeks I’ve been try­ing to ween myself off cof­fee. It’s sat­is­fy­ing to have some­thing warm and sweet (and caf­feinat­ed) to sip with a bagel in the morn­ing. I’ve recent­ly gone to the lighter orange pekoe (from two bags to one bag), and I’ve avoid­ed buy­ing cof­fee if I don’t feel the need for one.

But today is Friday.