Josh spends the day accomplishing not much, because he's artificially tired; something of his own doing. The morning passes and so does 'lunch' and beggar's errands and coward's avoidance. Josh winds up staying late at the office, hardly working, and catches up on "lost" sleep on the dirty floor near his desk. Josh talks on the phone to Kristin and spends time in prayer, then drives to a Public Housing complex to talk about volunteering. Josh hears opinions on the war. Josh steps out of the car and nearly into used condoms and shattered glass, making him think of Dorothy and that little dog too. Josh doesn't grins but does bare it as he makes his way inside. Josh is white and conforms to the stereotype, and he knows it as he feels the gel still in his hair from the morning shower. Josh is called 'Opie' but doesn't mind as he leaves a half hour later and takes the long way home, listening to NPR with the windows rolled down at sunset. Josh hears the headlines but not enough to register, passing karate and 'spas' and neon alcohol. A small dog yelps outside a liquor store. Josh hears opinions on the economy and begins to worry. Josh arrives home and types into his computer, listening to children laugh, rap music blast, and sirens wail in the distance, down the streets. Josh hears crickets as he steps out to water the grass and figure out the rest of his day.  ¶ 8/16/2006 06:58:00 PM