I'm dragging. Busy weekend with the holiday, and I've been in over-drive to catch up in all areas. Trying to get sick, but ignoring it, or attempting to. Today was first day back to commute for the week. Overslept yesterday. Almost did today, as well. Arrived at the station with less than a couple minutes to spare. But I made it.
Saw a deaf woman signing on the bus. Interesting. Heroic. And there's a little restaurant in the bus station. While waiting for something hot to wolf down, a blind man-with seeing-eye dog in tow-asked if I saw any straws. I did, removed one from is paper, and handed it to him. He was another hero.
When I think of these folks, my would-be problems seem sort of small and silly. It becomes easy for me to take a few deep breaths and keep going.
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