Hopefully the truck's battery will have recharged enough by this evening so that I can drive it home. In the meantime, I got up at the crack of dawn, discovered that we have no bandages big enough to fit over the holes where my toenails used to be, and hobbled down to the bus stop at the end of the parking lot to catch the 589, which has replaced the 597 route that used to come by the apartment. I was the first passenger on the bus, and all told there were less than half a dozen people on the route, which runs in a big clockwise circle around Hyland Lake Park and Bush Lake Park before coming out on 84th Street and heading north on Highway 100 to 394 and then into the city along Nicollet Mall. Essentially, this is a southern extension of routes 587 and 588 that serve Edina and northwest Bloomington.
I have an invitation tonight to go out and watch bad TV, but I think I'm going to be worn out enough by coming in early and dealing with my feet (and, quite possibly, having to get the damn truck jumped and/or towed) that I may give it a pass and just rest up for tomorrow's AD meeting at Tae's.