Bilocate — part three (back off the job)

. . . packing out from from Bilocate — part two (back on the job):

	Wednesday: a half-assed dead-center, destined for a fugitive leave of the senses. It promises just enough downtime to poorly salvage what’s been laboriously pinched. The sooner we get there, the better we’ll sleep off nature’s unpredictable schedule, so let’s resume the imposition & get the inevitable temporarily over with:

(again . . .)