Unleaving

The poor cat i' the adage is hesitating at another brink, darting out a paw.

A very old and dear friend has asked me to spend a day or two at her 300-year-old house in the Berkshires, in leaf season, for conversation and woods walking.

But I'd have to take two buses, changing in Springfield, and the T to the bus.  Dare I risk it?

I will have had my booster shot and Greyhound (if one can believe them) promises air-exchange.  Maybe if I could get a lift to the T, and if my friend could pick me up in Springfield instead of Northampton?

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